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Bp William C. Washington 

Author "Baroness DeVaughn;" Former Manager, The 
Brooklyn Globe and The Brooklyn Star 




FIRST EDITION 
1919 



Price $1.35 



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St. Louis, Mo. 



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Moments in 
Elysia 



Bi; William C. Washington 

Author "Baroness De Vaughn;" Former Manager, The Brooklyn 
Globe and The Brooklyn Star 






FIRST EDITION 
1919 



Price $1.35 



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PREFACE 

It would be superflous for inc to admit t'.Ht miicti of 
our best English poetry lies beyond the iniaginaii*- reach of 
many reders, because of his or her unfamiliarity with the 
common places of literary allusion, reference and traditioij 
And as such common-places are more frequently recurrent 
in the literature of myth than in any other literature, at 
the request of my literary correspondent, a Miss H. A. J., 
of Portland, Oregon. 

I endeavored to so utilize my spare moments these 
last two mouths, that even individuals of the humblest 
homes in the sandy deserts of Africa, groping blindly in the 
dark, might justly receive the benefit of my labor as well as 
the enlightened here, and others among us who are becoming 
blinded by the searchlight of civilization. 

— (xVuthor) William C. Washington. 



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INTRODUCTION 



The world is now entering upon the most significant ep- 
och of its history. The age of enlightment and civilization. 
Countless agencies have been employed to meet the demands 
of this new era of intellectualism and more agencies need be 
instituted that will tend to enlighten the masses, that are 
neither benetirred by our in-eseut system of education in 
ward 01" grade school, higli school or college. 

First, because either inclination or circumstances de- 
prive them the opportunity of a throuj.,'i education, not- 
withstanding the fact night schools are frequented by thou 
sands of students from the masses ; these night schools 
advocating the importance of increased attention to the 
modern languages, and the natural sciences fail to enrich 
their students with the rich treasures of Greek and Latin 
classics, through a combined process of translation and 
narration, therefore generation after generation live and die 
without at least endeavoring to institute among the masses 
that means of discipline which exerts a humanizing influ- 
ence over its adhearers, as well as presents in embryo the 
flower which now blossoms in the light of civilization. For 
without the beneficent infiuences of Greece and Rome, what 
is state or statesmanship, legislation or law, society or man- 
ners, philosophy, religion, literature or art, or even what is 

It remains with you to decide as to whether you wish 
to intelligently keep pace with the marvelous wonders of the 
inventive Twentieth Century, noting the rapidity and cer- 
tainty with which it strides, hoping to perfect mankind, or 
rather linger in those forgotten paths of ignorance and de- 
pravity, which would afford unfit hermitige for prehistoric 
man. The press which awoke from the torpor of the 18th 
Century may be used by all while it remains under the in- 
fluence of our devotion, books, magazines, manuscripts, 
newspapers and periodicals, through their incongruous ven- 
ture, through the wilderness of fiame and famine may hope 
to erect in the hearts of their readers those emoluments of 
fame, which will give rise to those lofty principles, which 
approach those standards of honesty and entegrity which 
emulates highest citizenship. Other writers having shown 
indifference along these lines, more eminent than myself — 
ii is my intention to offer this book as an initial sentinel in 
the imaginative field of Greek and Latin classics without 
plunging its readers into the depths of technical discussion. 

A special department of the succeeding volumes will be 
devoted to research and historical events of the past, the 
present and the future, not far distant. These series of 
books to be instituted for the benefit of the masses will be 
designed also to become the champion of progi-ess, for hu- 
manity at large, with the hope of the support of every loyal 
suporter of uprising humanity. The primary object of these 
books will be to present to the masses the interesting side 
of every available agent pertaining to human progress. The 
secondary object will be to bring the masses closer to the 
school. For they are the bridge builders, the cable layers, 



the mountain timnelers, the coal miners, butchers, skilled 
and common laborers, farmers, mechanics and even book- 
keepers. 

First, because those versed in science are often deprived 
of the wealth of the great store of literature and those de- 
prived of the advantage of a thorough education, can intel- 
ligently conceive of some of the great wonders conveyed to 
them through this medium of success, and those who are 
benefitted may teach others some of the great lessons which 
book nature affords. New devolpments are hourly under- 
gone in private laboratories and public factories and it will 
be the purpose of my associates as w^ell as myself to draw 
upon the world for contributions to our storehouses of in- 
formation. The proper work for my associates will be to 
present the first knowledge of these developments in a most 
interesting and fascinating manner. 

William C. Washington, 

Former student, Sumner High School, St. Louis, Mo. 
Former manager of the Brooklyn Globe, of the Washington, 
Rhodes Arthur Publishing Co., Brooklyn, 111., Associate edi- 
tor of The Brooklyn Star, Playwright, Negro Poet and 
Author. 

SEPTEMBER 



MOMENTS in ELYSIA 



THE MUSE OF PROSERPINE. 

Maiden sings as she sliips over mountains near Aegean 
Sea, and is captured by Hostages in world war 

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Listen to the mourning winds 

Mourning winds how they wliine 

They bring cliimes of jollity in their tones 

They sing of sweet adversity in their moans 

They embrace the Heavens Fair 

As they float thru the balmy air 

And the earth fairly trembles as they blow 

Amid he storms of trickling rain and snow. 

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Now they bow he stately gropes 
As they whisper to earth's loves 
On either mount, plateau or plain 
Mid thunderstorms that threaten earth in vain 
Listen to the mournful bi-eeze 
As it rustles thru the trees 
Disturbing skylark as well as whip-poor-will 
As they slidingly glide o'er the hill 
Scattering flowers here and there 
In the refreshing morning air. 
Rousing here and there a Cricke 
As it windeth thru the thicket 
To our house pleasant, Homes pleasant homes 
Where the god of pleasure comes 
Bringing joy to all the county 
With the abundance of his bounty 
Then the winds begin to whisper , 

To the encircling bells of Vesper 
Amid the inhabitants of earth. 
We have invaded homes and hearts of mirth. 
Homes and hearts that are purer than dripping snow, 
.\nd more chrysallant than any brooks that flow. 

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Listen to the parting whines of the winds 
As they triumphantly fly o'er the lea 
On the consecrated wings of destiny, 
Disturbing here and there a curl 
Of some little happy smiling girl 



Ou her way home from phiy 

As the winds record the triumph of the day, 

And they musingly pass on away. 



The Muse Of Proserpine 

They wove briglit stories in the days of old, 
When reason borrowed fancies fabled wings ; 
And truth's pure river flowed o'er sands of gold. 

And told in song its high and mystic things. 

And such the sweet and solemn tale of her 

The pilgrim's heart to whom a dream was given. 

That led her through the world loves worshipper. 

To seek on earth, for her whose home was heaven. 

In the Fall City, by the haunted fount, 

Through the dim grottos tracery of spars 

Mid the pine temples on the moonlit monut. 

Where silence sits to listen to the stars. 

In the deep glades where dwells the brooding doves. 

The painted valley and the scented air. 

She heard far echoes of the voice of love 

And found his footsteps traces everywhere 

But never more they met since doubts and fears 

Those phantom shapes that haunt and blight the earth 

Had come through her a child of sin and tears 

And that bright shape of immortal Birth 

Until her pinnig soul and weeping eyes 

Had learned to seek him only in the skies 

Until wings unto the weary heart were given 

And she became loves Angel bride in Heaven 

— T. K. Hervey. 

O Goddess hear these tuneful numbers wrung 
By sweet enforcements and remembrance dear 
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung 



Even into thine own soft couched ear. 

Sure I dreamt today or did I see 

The winged Physche with awakened eye 

And on the sudden fainting with surprise 

Saw two fair creatures couched side by side 

In deepest grass beneath the whispering roof 

Of leaves and tumbled blossoms where have ran 

A brooklet scarce espied 

Mid hushed cool rooted flowers fragranteyed 

Blue silver white and budded Tyriian 

They lay calm breathing on the bedded grass 

Their arms embraced and their pinions too 

Of paled mouthed Prophet dreaming 

O brightest though too late for antique vows 

Too late for the fond believing lyre 

When holy were the haunted forest boughs 

Holy the air the water and the fire 

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Yet even in these days so far returned 

From liappy pieties thy lucent fans 

Fluttering amid the faint Olympians 

I see and sing by mine own eyes inspired 

So let me be thy choir and make a moan 

Upon the midnight hour 

Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense svpeet 

From winged censor teeming 

Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat, 

Of pale mouthed Prophetic Dreaming 

Yes, I will be thy Priest, and build a fain 

In some untrodden region of my mind 

Where branched thoughts now grown with pleasant pain 

Their lips touched not but had not bade adieu 

As if disjoined with half handed slumber 

And ready still past kisses to outnumber 

At tender eye dawn of Aurorean Love 

The winged bay I knew 

But who wast thou O happy love 

His Physche true 

O latest born and lovliest vision far 

Of all Olympians faded hierarchy 

Fairer than Phoebes sapphire regioned star 

Or Vesper amorous glow worn of the sky 

Fairer than these though temple thou hast none 

Nor altar heaped with flowers 

Nor virgin choir to make delicious moan 

Upon the midnight hour 

Mo voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet 

From chain swung censor teaming 

No shrine, no grave, no oracle to heat 

Of Pale Prophetic dreaming 

Instead of Pines shall murmur in the wind 

Far, far around shall those dark clustered trees 

Fledge the wild ridge mountain steep by steep 

And there by Zephyrs streams and birds and bees 

The moss lain Dryads shall be lulled to sleep 

And the midst of this wide quietness 

A rosv sanctuary will I dress 

With the wreathed trellis of a working bram 

With buds and bells and stars without a name 

With all the gardner fancy e'er could fain 

Who breeding flowers could never breed the same 

And there shall be for thee all soft delight 

That shadowy thought can win 

\ bright torch and a casement ope at night 

To let the war love in _ ^^ 

SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOW- 
ERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNO 

Sacred Godddess, mther of Earth 

Thou from whose immortal bosom, , 

Gods and men and beasts have birth. 



Leaf aud blade and bud aud blossom, 
Breathe tliiiie influence most di\'ine 
On tliine own child Proserpine. 

If with mists of evening dew 
Thou dost nourish these young flowers 
Till the ygrow in scent and hue 
Fairest children of the hours, 
Breathe thine influence most divine 
On thine own child, Proserpine. 

Here life has death for neighbor, 
And for from eye or ears, 
Won waves and wet winds labor 
Weak ships and spirits steer, 
They drive adrift and whither 
They wot not who make thither ; 
But no such winds blow hither. 
And no such things grow here. , 
No growth of moor or coppice, 
heather flower or Aine 
But bloomless buds of poppies 
Green grapes of Proserpine, 
Pale beds of blowing rushes, 
•Where no leaf bloom or blushes ' 
Save this whereout she crushes 
For dead men deadly wine. 



Pale beyond porch and portal 

Crowned with calm leaves she stands 

Who gathers all things mortal 

With cold immortal hands ; 

Her languid lips are sweeter 

Than love's who fears to greet her. 

To men that mix and meet her. 

From many times and lands. 

She waits for each and other, 

She waits for all men born. 

Forgets the earth her mother 

The life of fruits and corn 

And spring and seed and swallow 

Take wings for her and follow 

Where Summer song rings hallow, 

And flowers are put to scorn. 

We are not sure of sorrow. 

And joy was never sure ; 

Today will die tomorrow. 

Time stoops to no man lure ; 

And love grown faint and fretful. 

With lips but half regretful 

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful 

Weeps that no love endures. 

From too much love of living, 

From hope and fear set free, 

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We thank with brief thanksgiving 
Whatever gods may be 
Tliat no life lives forever ; , 
That dead men rise up never ; 
That even the weariest river 
Winds somewhere safe to sea. 

Then star and sun shall waken 

Nor any charge of light 

Nor sound of water shaken 

Nor any sound or sight 

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal 

Nor days nor things divinal 

Only the sleep eternal 

In an eternal night. 

I pick the flowers that Proerpine let fall, 

Sung thru the world by every honeyed muse: 

Wild morning glories, daises waving tall 

At every step in something new to choose. 

And oft I stop and gaze 

Upon the flowery maze 

By yonder cypresses on that soft rise 

Scarce seen thru poppies and the knee deep wheat. 

Into the dark cleft whereon her came the fleet 

Thunder-black horses and the cloud surprise 

And he who filled the place 

Did marigolds bright as these gilding the mist, 

Dropt from he rmaiden zone? Wert thou last kissed, 

Pale Hyacynth, last seen, before his face? 

On whence has silence stolen on all things here, 
Where every sight makes music to the eye? 
Thru all one unison is singing clear 
All sound, all colors in one rapture die 
Breathe slow, O heart, breathe slow ! 

presence from below 

Moves towards the breathing world from that dark deep. 

Whereof men fabling tales tell what no man knows, 

When earth lies stark in her titanic sleep 

And doth with cold expire 

He brings thee all, O maiden flower of earth 

Her child in whom all nature comes to birth, 

Thee the fruitition of all dark desire. 

A Proserpine, dream not that thou art gone 

Far from our loves half human half divine ; 

Thou hast a holier adoration won, 

In many a heart that worships at no shrine. 

Where light and warmth behold me 
And flower and wheat enfold me 

1 lift a dearer prayer than all prayers past 

He who so loved thee that the live earth clove 
Before his pathway into light and love 



Aud took thy full bosom 

Shall every blossom call, 

Lover the most of what is most our own 

The mightiest lover that the world has known. . 

Dark lover death, — was he not beautiful 

Wil thou sing of Roman Virgil 

Whispered voices in mournful tune 

More yet sobbed the frightened maiden 

Saying this the maiden swoons. 

A priest in their midst stabs her 

As she sorrows on that eventful day. 

The fii'es that in my bosom ease 

Can't be suppressed till death. 

Me earth no longer satisfies 

Lest God return her breath 

Vengeance upon that wicked priest 

That blamed accursed knave 

Who doubly wronged the poor deceased 

And drove her to her grave. 

Prologue To The Communion Of The Shades 

One unknown Priest of Shades among the living 

In .shades communion asks with brief thanksgiving 

Of Prometheus, enriched with myths of varied lore 

To open once and for all times the door 

Of vast eternity, shut to the living eyes 

Of those unwilling to .seek their wisdom from the skies 

The winds, the flowers, the vegetable and rain 

The fowls of the air, the fish, the fields of grain 

The fragrant meadow, the sylvan brooks, which flow 

Thru lonely dales, the hail, the sleet and snow, 

The soft dewdops, herbs, the mists of fog, the poor dumb 

brutes, 
The plateaus, mountains, canyons, all Heaven's attributes, 
The clouds, the the stars, the skies, the mighty Sun, 
The sands of the seas, the peeble, the grasshopper, the moon 
Mouarchs, sovereigns, presidents of democracies, unionists, 
Parties, Republican, Democratic, Socialists and Prohibition- 
ists, 
Evangelists, Suffragettes, Educators, Preachers, Sons of toil 
Honest laborers, lodgemen, righteous business men, tillers 

of the soil, 
Kingdoms, monarchies, archipelligoes, republics and democ- 
racies, 
Parliments, comminiques, senates, rheigstags and prophecies 
irieformers in church and state, with purpose manifold, 
To aid the suffering transfixed to a cross of gold 
Might well be used to banish earth's present moan, 
Jf within men's hearts the seeds of love are strewn 
Then the Negro, Pole, Armenian and Jew oppressed 
"Will take his place on earth beside the rest 
'Till then, O nations, will ye live in strife 
And your deeds will haunt you still in after life 
Because the light of heaven fair above, 

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Hath taught mankind God is the God of love. 

A learned man dear to each Brooklynite's heart 

Former pastor of F. C. B. Church, well versed in science, 

literature and art, 
In myth departed light, but everlasting friend, 
Among the Shades will study the hearts of men. 
Dr. Bohanan. 

Chaos springs from the hand of Time 
Night and mist enshrine tlie firery cline 
Around the central firery air the mist 
Rapidly rotates and in halves splits, 
One form the Heavens the other the Earth 
The central speck gives love in birth 
The castellations of the stars 
Happened to bless the sons of Mars 
Whose existence in a speck of time. 
Was potential, though nevertheless sublime 
Erebus from the darkness leaps, 

Plains, fertile fields, the sea plants and animals creep 
From mother Earth, Erebus and night 
In wedlock give birth to day and light 
Uranus the heavens personified 
Takes Gala he Earth for his sweet bride. 
From their union issue Hecatonchires, Titans and Cyclops 

spring 
Who defy the Gods of Olympus and Uranus. 

The Titans, investigators of hate and strife 

Despised Uranus but loved his wife. 

The Cyclops with thunderbolt, lightening flash and rolling 

thunder 
With the Hecatonchires attempt to tear Uranus kingdom 

asunder 
Uranus despising the monsters day of birth 
Thrust them into Tartarus, the profound abysm of Earth, 
Indignant Gala summons the Titans bold 
To drive Uranus from the godly fold 
Cronus the craft, hears his mothers plea 
And with cycle mutiliates Uranus dreadfully. 
From the blood of Uranus into being furies appear 
Grants Melic nymphs and invidious maidens of the ashen 

sphere 
Thus Heaven and Earth are ruled for ages unknown 
By Cronus of Rhea who usurps Olympus throne 
Cronus learning that he would be dethroned 
By a favored olfsring of his own 
Looked upon his babes with scorn 
And began to eat them Avheu they were born. 
To save the heir to' Olympus throne 
In swaddling clothes Rhea wraps a stone 
And to make her conquest quite complete. 
Conceals Zeus the rescued infant on the Isle of Crete 
Nutured by the nymphs Ida and Adrastes 
Fed on the milk of the goat Amalthea 
Thru the good hand of destiny 

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Jupiter attains in due time maturity 

Tliree daugliters, Vesta, Ceres and Juno were born 

To Cronus and Rliea also tlie sons, Pluto and Poseidon 

Thus Jupiter bis majority attains 

And with his host Mt. Olympus gains 

'Gainst him Cronus, lapetus and all the Titans stood 

Save Oceanus as Arm as Birnham wood 

In the balance for ages wavered victory 

Until thru his wise Goes trickery 

Are loosed the Cyclops of Hecatonchires 

Who thru thunders, lightenings, earthquakes and fires 

Aids Jupiter blind the Titans brave 

Whom the Hecatonchires fetter in Tartarus yawning cave. 

But good Promethus son of the Titan bold 

Espoused Joves cause, though lapelus his father, sold 

His freedom and sought the dark confines 

Of Tartarus where oblivion combines 

With perpetual darkness and Jupiter prevents 

The silent enttry of solace and content 

To that abyssmal realm and thus Prometheus 

With prophetic wisdom and reverence to Pan 

Submits his existence to the championship of man. 

Upon the Aarious animals Epimelteus combines 

Strength, swiftness, sagacity and thus enshrines 

One with wing the other with shell or claws 

Which to this day conform to nature's laws 

While good Promethus kneading with water, earth 

In upright stature of the image of God bring forth 

At the chariot of the sun his torch doth light 

A man — ascends to heaven in his certain flight 

For man's possession brings down fire 

And with grim satisfaction to satiate desire 

That the highest development in commerce, science and art 

may acquire 
As well as Earth's secrets and treasures the man of the 

hour 
Alas the thunder ceases to roll 
And comes the pleasant age of gold 
The rivers flow with milk and wine 
And yellow honey flow from oak and pine 
Flowers spring up without seed 
Man is known by honest deed 
Without dungeon, cave or jail 
In this age doth truth and right prevail. 
Farmer neither plowed nor sowed 
But provisions in abundance flowed 
Locusts honey and broad fruit trees 
Are as abundant as a nest of bees 
Groves of bananas, oranges, figs and dates 
Are given each man by the Fates 
Fruits and nuts of every kind 
Men can in their own orchards find. 
There is no need of slaughtered flock 
And seldom any need to cook, 
Man and beast sleep side by side 

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And neither sleep dissatisfied. 

The golden age by fate is blessed 

With innocence and happiness 

Forests are not of timber stripped 

For now man hath no need for ship 

Those men of honor and renown 

Reared no fortifications around their town. 

Honey bees hum and birdies sing 

And man enjoys perpetual Spring 

Their death is but a pleasant dream 

Which winds bear from Arethusas stream. 

Thu comes the age of silver bright 

For every dame a gallant knight 

Men readily begin to reason 

The years are divided into seasons 

Men live in caves and huts of twigs 

They live no more on dates and figs 

They suffer no extremes of heat and cold 

Crops only grow by their planting 

They lived by farming, fishing and hunting. 

To them was quite imknown 'til now 

The duty of man, of ox and plow 

For the bewitching evil by the gods was planned 

And given as a gift to man. 

For Pandora is to Epimetheus given 

By a vision of the gods of heaven 

One gives her beauty one persuasive charm, 

One music which doth all hearts alarm. 

Epimetheus adores his precious gift 

And lets his thoughts toward pleasure drift 

Prometheus hades his brother Epimetheus beware 

Of Jupiter and all his snares 

Within Pandora's hand did Jupiter place 

A petulant god forbidden vase 

And bade Pandora to keep closed 

The vase from which all misery flows. 

Wishing to know the secret of Jove's plans 

She loosed the plagues of hapless man 

When she coyly the vase did ope, 

And left remaining in casket only hope 

Prometheus unselfish devotion to the cause of saan 



Aroused the indignation of universal Pan 
Who strove to humble the Titans pride 
That the wishes of the gods defied 
By providing vulture, rock and chain 
As instruments of the Titans pai-P 

O Titan, who for man's cause has striven 
Against the immortal gods of heaven 
There flies within the realms of time 
Some few who grasp thy gift sublime 
Who ever kindle sparkling fire 

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Thou gav'st man by constant desire 

To lead to liglit and to illumimie. 

In the nocturnal chasms of Plutonic gloom 

By means of thine e'er illuminating spark 

Generations that blindly grope in the dark 

Who forthwith sets from vulture free 

Thou Prometheus the moment thy light they see. 

Strife of arms and savage temper 

Did both in the brazen age enter 

After it comes the age of iron 

Whereupon tyrants wear monarchs' crown 

War at home and abroad is rife 

Monarchies are are ungulfed in strife 

Truth, modesty and honor flee 

And the earth graons with agony. 

Men against Olympus stand 

And blood runs like water in the land 

The last to abandon earth is Astraea 

The goddess of innocence and purity. 

Burning with anger the mighty Jove 

Summons to council, the gods, above 

In obedience to the master of Olympus call 

The gods repair to heaven one and all. 

A supreme order to the gods is given 

To trvel the milky way to the place of heaven 

There he first expressed his desire 

Of destroying the earth by living fire 

But fearing the heavens he might inflame 

He pours out waters upon hill and plain, 

And summons the waters of Poseidon 

To aid him drown out accursed man 

Because of crime and spilling of guileless blood 

Soon the earth is engulfed in a complete flood. 

The waves are o'er-topped by Mt. Parnassus alone 

Where fled Pyrra daughter of Promethesian Deucalion 

Who in obedience to the gods were quickly thrown 

The new born race in the form of stone. 

The hero Hellen, son of Pyrra and Deucalion 

Becomes ancestor of the Hellenes the Aeolians and Dorians 

From the union of Aeolian and Dorus spring 

From his son Xuthus the Achaeans and lonains derive 

origin 
From Pelagus, son of Phoroneus of Argos comes 
The grandsons of River god Inachus witli Peloponnesan 

homes 
Next comes Perseus of Argos and his good son Hercules 
Who from the vulture the noble Prometheus frees 
Within whose mouth doth mortal author place, 
Which in a single stroke would unfetter the human race. 
The Hypoboreans dwelt in bliss without an earthly king 
And enjoyed from the gods perpetual spring 
Inaccessible was their country by land or sea. 
They lived exempt from old age, disease and misery. 

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Blessed with immortal bliss and mirth, 

Dwell Etheopians on the southside of the Earth 

They dance and play near the ocean stream, 

By the ocean stream on the Elysian plains 

Are heard the Ethiopians martial strains 

Their flasks are partaken of by the immortal gods 

Who leave at times their Olympian abodes 

To watch the chase of Arethusa or Elis, 

Then feast with the sons of immortal bliss 

From whence the sun-god takes his flight 

To engulf the universe in light 

Giving gods and mortals a day of gold 

Ere his course is run to the ocean fold. 

Thus ends the tale of Dr. Bohanan, 

Who got his wisdom from tthe Sun. 



Slowly old Cydippe rose and cried 

Hear, whose priestess I have been and am 

Virgin and matron, at whose angry eyes 

Zeus trembles, and the windless plain of heaven 

With hypoborean echoes rings and roars, 

Rememiiering thy dread nuptials a wise god. 

Golden and white in that new carven shape 

Hear me ! and grant for these my pious sons 

Who saw my tears, and wound their tender arms 

Around me, and kissed me calm, and since no steer 

Stayed in the byre, dragged out the chariot old, 

And wore themselves the galling yoke and brought 

Their mother to the feast of her desire. 

Grant then, O Hera, thy best gifts of gifts. 

Whereat the statue from its jeweled eyes 

Lightened, and thunder ran from cloud to cloud 

In heaven and vast company was hushed. 

But when they sought for Cleobis behold 

He lay there still and by his brothers side 

Lay Biton, smiling thru ambrosia cui-ls, 

And when the people touched them they were dead. 

Among these leavs she made a butterfly. 
With excellent device and wondrous slight 
Flutteriugly among the olives wantonly. 
That seemed to live, so like it was in sight 
The velvet nap which on his wings doth be 
The silken down with which his back is dight, 
His broad outstretched arms, his hairy thighs, 
His glorious colors and his glistening eyes. 

Which when Arachne saw, was overlaid 
And mastered with markmanship so rare^ 
She stood astonished long, he naught gainsaid ; 
And with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare. 
(From Spencers Muiopotmos) 

Amid nine daughters slain by Artemis 

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stood Niobe she raised her head above 

Those beauteous forms, which had brought down the scath 

Whence all nine fell, raised it and stood erect. 

And thus bespake the goddess enthroned on high: 

"Thou heardest, Artemis, my daily prayer 

That thou wouldst guide these children in the path 

Of virtue thru the tangling wiles of youth. 

And thou didst ever guide them : was it just 

To smite them for a beauty such as thine? 

Deserved their death because thy grace appear'd 

In ever modest motion? 'twas thy gift, 

The richest gift that youth from heaven receives. 

True, I did boldly say they might compare 

Even with thyself in virgin purity : 

May not a mother in her pride repeat 

What every mother said? 

One prayer remains 
For me to offer yet 
Thy quivers holds 

More than nine arrows : bend thy bow ; aim here 
I see it glimmering thru a cloud 
Artemus, thou at length art merciful: 
My children will not hear the fatal twang. 

From the forests and highlands 

We come, we come ; 

From the rive-girt islands, 

Where loud waves are dumb. 

Listening to my sweet pipings. 

The winds in the weeds and rushes. 

The bees on the bells of thyme 

The birds on the myrtle bushes, 

The cicale above in the lime. 

And the lizards below in the grass, 

Were as silent as ever old Timolus was 

Listening to my sweet pipings. 

Liquid Peneus was flowing, 

And all dark temple lay 

In Pelions shadow, outgrowing 

The light of the dying day, 

Speeded by my sweet pipings. 

The Sileni, and Sylvanus and Fauns, 

And the nymphs of the woods and waves, 

GALLEY FOUR 

To the edge of the moist river lawns, 

And the brink of the dewy caves 

And all that did then attend and follow 

Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo 

With envy of my sweet pipings. 

I sang of the dancing stars 

I sang of the daedal Earth, 

And of heaven — and the giant wars, 

And love, and death and birth — 

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And then I changed my pipings, — 
Singing how down tlie vale of Menalus 
I pursued a maiden, and clasp'd a reed : 
Gods and men, were are all deluded thus 
It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed, 
All wept, as I think both ye now would. 
If envy of age had not frozen your blood. 
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. 

Universal Pan 
Knit with the graces and the hours in dan-.e, 
Led on the eternal Spr.ng 
The lonely mountains o'er. 
And the resounding shore, 
A voice of weeping heard and a loud lament 
From haunted spring and dale, 
Edged with poplar pale, 
The parting genius is with parting sent 
With flower-inwoven tresses torn, 
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. 

Ah the beauteous world while yet ye ruled it — 
Yet — by gladsome touches of the hand ; 
Ah the joyous hearts that still ye governed, 
Gods of beauty, ye, of Fableland 
Then, ah, then the mysterious resplendent 
Triumphed — Other was it then, I ween. 
When thy shrines were odorous with irarlnnds. 
Thou of Amathus the queen. 

Then the gracious vale of fancy woven 
Fell in folds about the face uncouth ; 
Through the universe life flowed in fullness. 
What we feel not now was felt in sooth : 
Man ascribed nobility to nature. 
Rendered love unto the earth he trod, 
Everywhere his eyes illuminated 
Saw the footprints of a God. 

Lovely world where art thou? Turn, oh, turn thee, 

Fairest blossom-tide of Nature's spring! 

Only in the poet's realm of wonder, 

Livest thou still — a fable vanishing. 

Reft of life the meadows lie deserted ; 

Ne'er a godhead can my fancy see : 

Ah, if only of those living colors 

Lingerest yet the Ghost with me ! 

By your beauty which confesses 
Some chief beauty conquering you 
By your grand heroic guesses 
Through your falsehood at, the true. 
We will weep not earth shall roll 
Heir to each god's aureole. 

And Pan is dead 

(Elizabeth ^a.-rett) 

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Just whei'e the Treasury's marble front 
Look over Wall streets mingled nations; 
Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont 
To throng for trade and last quotations ; 
Where, hour by hour the rates of gold 
Outrival in the ears of people, 
The quarter chimes serenely tolled 
From Trinity's undaunted steeple — 
Even there I heard a strange, wild strain, 
Sound high above the modern clamor, 
Above the cries of greed and gain, 
The curbstone war the auctions hammering, 
And swift, on music's misty ways 

It led from all this strife of millions, 

To ancient sweet do-nothing days 

Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians 

And as it still'd the multitude. 

And yet more joyous rose, and shriller, 

I saw the minstrel where he stood 

At ease against a Doric pillar ; 

One hand a droning organ play'd. 

The other held a Pan's pipe fashioned. 

Like those of old, to lips that made 

The reeds give out that strain impassioned. 

'Twas Pan himself had wandered here 

A-strolling thru the sordid city, 

A}id piping to the civic ear 

The prelude of some pastoral ditty ! 

The demigod had cross'd the seas — 

From haunts of shepard nymph and satyr 

And Syracusan times to these 

Far shores and twenty centuries later. 

A ragged cap was on his head : 

But — hidden thus — there was no doubting 

That call with crispy locks o'erspread, 

His gnarled horns were somewhere sprouling (Ilustration 

Fig. 3) 
His chibbed feet cased in rusty shoes. 
Were crossed as on some frieze you see them. 
And trousers patched of diverse hues, 

Conceal'd his crooked shanks beneath them. «' Illustration) 
He filled the quivering reeds with sound 
And o'er his mouth their changes shifted, 
And with his goat-eyes looked around 
Where'ver the passing current drifted : 
And soon, as on Frinacrian hills 
The nymphs and herdsmen ran to hear him, 
Even now the tradesmen from their tills, 
With clerks and porters crowded near him. 

The bulls and bears together drew 

From Jauncy Court and New Street Alley, 

As erst, if pastorals be true, 

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Come beats from every wooded valley 

The random passers stayed to list — 
A boxer, Aegon, rougli and merry — 
A Broadway Daphnis on his tryst 
With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry, 

A one-eyed Cyclops halted long 

In tatter'd cloak of army pattern, 

And Galatea joined the throng 

A blowsy, apple vending slattern ; 

While old Silenus staggered out 

From some new-fangled lunch house handv 

And bade the piper with a shout, 

To strike up "Yankee Doodle Dandy !" 

A newsboy and a peanut girl 
Like little fauns began to caper : 
His hair was all in tangled curl, 
Her twany legs were bare and taper 
And still the gathering larger grew, 
And gave its pence and crowded nigher, 
While aye, the shepard minstrel blew 
His pipe, and struck the gamut higher. 

O heart of nature ! beating still 

With throbs her vernal passion taught her, — 

Even here, as on the vine-clad hDl, 

Or by the Arethusan water! 

New forms may fold the speech, new lands 

Arise within these ocean-portals. 

But music waves eternal wands. 

Enchantress of the souls of mortals ! 

So thought I — but among us trod 
A man in blue with legal baton 
And scofl'd the vagrant demigod 
And push'd him from the step I sat on. 
Doubting I mused upon the cry — 
'Great Pan is dead!" — and all the people 
Went on their ways : — and clear and high 
The quarter sounded from the steeple. 

Pan loved his neighbor echo : Echo loved 

A gamesome Satyr ; he by her unmoved 

Loved only Lyde ; thus thru Echo, Pan, 

Lyde and Satyr, Love his circle ran. 

Thus all, while their true lovers' hearts they grieved, 

Were scorned in turn, and what they gave received. 

O, all love scorners learn this lesson true ; 

Be kind to Love, that he be kind to you. 

Dian white-armed has given me this cool shrine 

Deep in the bosom of Wood and Pine ; 

The silver sparkling showers 

That hide me in the flowers 

That prink my fountains brim ; are hers and mine 

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And when the days are mild and fair, 
And gi-a.ss is springing, buds are blowing 
Sweet it is, 'mid waters flowing, 
Combing my yellow, yellow hair. 



The Ennce and panther down the mountain side 

Creep thro' dark greeness in the eventide ; 

And at the fountain's brink 

Casting great shades they drink 

Gazing upon me tame and sapphire-eyed ; 

For awed by my pale face whose light 

Gleameth thro' sedge and lillies yellow 

They, lapping at the fountain mellow. 

Harm not the lamb that in affright 

Its shadows small and dusky-white. 



Throws in the pool so mellow, mellow, mellow 

Oft do the fauns and satyrs, flush'd with play, 

Come to my coolness in the hot noonday. 

Nay, once indeed I vow 

By Dian's truthful brow 

The great god Pan himself did pass this way 

And, all in festal oak-leaves clad 

His limbs among these lillies throwing, 

Watch'd the silver waters flowing 

Listen'd to their music glad. 

Saw and heard them flowing, flowing, flowing, 

And ah ! his face was worn and sad ! 



Mild joys like silver waters fall ; 

But it is sweetest, sweetest by far of all, 

In the calm Summer night. 

When the tree tops look white. 

To be exhaled in dew at Dian's call, 

Among my sister clouds to move 

Over the darkness, earth bedimming 

Milky-robed thro' heaven swimming 

Floating round the stars above, 

Swimming proudly, swimming proudly, ?l^imluing, 

And waiting on the Moon I love. 



So tenderly I keep this cool, green shrine, 

Deep in the bosom of Wood and Pine. 

Faithful thro' shade and sun, 

That service due and done 

May haply earn for me a place divine 

Among the white-robed deities 

That thread thro' starry paths attending 

My sweet lady calmly wending 

Thro' the silence of the skies, 

Changing in hues of beauty never ending 

Drinking the light of Diana's eyes. 

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Hear now the fairy legend of old Greece, 
As full of freedom, youth and beauty still, 
As the mortal freshness of that grace 
Carved for all ages on some Attic frieze. 

Now in those days of simpleness and faith, 

Men did not think that happy things were dreams. 

Because they OAerstepped the narrow bound 

Of likelihood, but reverently deemed 

Nothing too wondrous or too beautiful 

To be the guerdon of a daring heart. 

So Rhoesus made no doubt that he was blest, 

And all along unto the city's gate 

Earth seemed to spring beneath him as he walked. 

The clear broad sky looked bluer than its wont. 

And he could scarce believe he had not win!;"^, 

Such sunshine seemed to glitter through his veins 

Instead of blood, so light he felt and straiiijo. 

Then thru the window flew the wounded ))ee. 
And Rhoecus tracking him with angry eyes. 
Saw a sharp mountain peak of Thessaly 
Against the red disk of the setting Sun, 
And instantly the blood sank from his heart — 

— Quite spent and out of breath he reachced the tree 

And, listening fearfully, he heard once more 

The low voice murmur, Rhoecus ! close at hand : 

Whereat he looked around him, but he could see 

Naught but the deepening looms beneath tlie oak. 

Then signed the voice, "O Rhoecus nevermore 

Shalt thou behold me or by day or night. 

Me, who would fain have blessed thee with a love 

More ripe and bounteous than ever yet 

Filled up with nectar and mortal heart : 

But thou didst scorn my humble messenger 

And senst him back to me with bruised wings. 

We spirits only show to the gentle eyes, 

We ever ask an undivided love, 

And he who scorns the least of nature's works 

Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. 

Farewell ! for thou canst never see me more." 

Then Rhoecus beat his breast and groaned aloud 

And cried, "Be pitiful ! forgive me yet 

This once and I shall never need it more!" 

"Alas I" the voice retui-ned 'tis thou art blind 

Not I unmerciful ; I can forgive 

But have no skill to heal thy spirits' eyes, 

Only the soul hath power o'er itself." 

With that again there murmured "Nevermore." 

And Rhoecus after heard no other sound 

Except the rattling of the Earth's ( risp leaves, 

Like the long surf upon a distant shore, 

Raking the seaworn pebbles up and down. 

The night had gathered round him o'er the plain 

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The city sparkled with its thousands lights, 
And sounds of revel fell upon his ear 
Harshly and like a curse, above the sky 
With all its bright sublimity of stars 
Deepened on his forehead smote the breeze; 
Beauty was all around him and delight 
Eut from that eve he was alone on earth. 
Physche looking on fair cupid amorously 
As if he were some great divinity 
Scarce kept back a cry 
At what he saw ; for there before her lay 
The very love brighter than dawn of day ; 
And as he lay there smiling, her own name 
His gentle lips in sleep began to frame, 
And as to touch his face her hands did move 
O then, indeed, her faint heart swelled for love 
And she began to sob and tears fell fast. 
Upon the bed — But as she turned at last 
To quench the lamp, there happed a little thing 
That quenched her new delight for flickering 
The treacherous flame cast on his shoulders fair 
A burning drop ; he woke, and seeing her there 
The meaning of that sad sight knew full well, 
Nor was there need the piteous tale to tell. 



While Cupid swooned in his mother's arm 
Heartsick, the offspring of thunderstorm 
Ascended to woo Prince of Palace of Cypeas 
I'ailed of support of Zephyr, fell down the precipice 
While Physche, meanwhile wandered day and night 
Without food or drink beheld the seagull white 
Which like the zephyrs o'er the waves doth leap 
On looking down dived into the middle deep 
And rowing with his glistening wings arrived 
At Aphrodite's bower beneath the sea. 



But he with garrulous laughing tongue, 

Broke up his news ; how Eros fallen sick 

Lay tossing on his bed, to frenzy stung 

By such a burn as did but barely prick : 

A little belb no bigger than a pease, 

Upon his shoulder 'twas that killed his ease, 

Fevered his heart and made his breathing thick 

"For which disaster hath he not been seen 

This many a day at all in my place: 

And thou, dear mistress, said he hast not been 

Thyself among us now dreary space 

And pining mortals suffer from a dearth 

Of love ; and for this sadness of the Earth 

Thy family is darkened with disgrace — 

'"Tis plain that if thy pleasure longer pause 

Thy mighty rule on earth hath seen its day ; 

The race must come to perish and no cause 

But that thou sittest with thy nymphs at play, 

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While on the Cretan hills thy truant boy 
Has with his pretty mistress turned to toy, 
And, less for pain than love, now pines away. 
On Hellenspout, guilty of true Love's blood 
In view and opposite two cities stood, 
Seahoarders, disjoin'd by Nephines might 
The one Abdos, the other Sestos night. 
At Sestos, Hero dwelt. Hero the fair 
Whom young Apollo courted for her hair 

And offered as a dower his burning throne, 

Where she should sit for men to gaze upon. 

Some say for her the fairest Cupid pen'd 

And looking in her face was stricken blind. 

But this is true so like was one the other, 

As he imagined Hero was his mother ; 

And oftimes into her bosom flew. 

About her naked neck his bare arms threw, 

And laid her childish head upon her breast 

And, with still panting rockt, there took his rest. 

On this feast day, — O cursed day and hour! 

Went Hero through Sestos from her tower, 

To Venus' temple, where unhappily 

As after chanc'd they did each other spy. 

So fair a church as this had Venus none. 

And in the midst a silver altar stood 

The walls were of discolored jasper stone — 

There Hero sacrificing turtles blood 

Vail'd to the ground veiling her eyelids close: 

And moftestly they opened as she rose : 

Then flew Love's arrow with the golden head ; 

And thus Leander was enamoured. 

Stone-still he stood and evermore he gazed, 

'Till with the fii'e from his countenance blazd 

Relenting Hero's gentle heart was struck 

Such power and virtue hath an amorous look. 

It lies not in our power to love or hate, 

For will in us is overruled by fate. 

When two are stript long ere the case begin, 

We wish that one should lose the other win ; 

And one especially do we affect 

Of two gold ingots, like each respect : 

The reason no man knows let it suffice, 

What we beheld is censur'd by our eyes. 

Where both deliberate the love is slight. 

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? 

He kneel'd but unto her devoutly prayed : 

Chaste hero to herself thus softly said, 

"Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him" 

And, as she spoke these words, came somewhat near him, 

He started up she blushed as one ashamed 

Wherewith Leander much more was inflam'd ; 

He touched her hand, in touching it she trembled: 

Love deeply grounded hardly is dismissed.... 

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These arguments he us'cl and many more 
Wherewith she yielded, that was won before. 
Hero's look she yielded but her words made war: 
Women are won when they begin to jar, 
rims having swallow'd cupid's golden hook 
The more she strived the deeper was she struck : 
Yet, evilly feigning anger, she strove still, 
And would be thought to grant against her will. 
So having paus'd awhile at last she said, 
"Who taught thee rhetoric to deceive a maid? 
Ay me! such words as these should I abhor. 
And yet I like them for the orator." 
With that Leander stoop'd to have embraced her 
But from his spreading arms away she cast her, 
And bespake him: gentle youth forbear 
To touch the sacred garments which I wear. 

"Come thither" as she spake thus her tongue tripp'd. 

For unawares, "Come thither" from her slipped. 

And suddenly her former color chang'd, 

And here and there thru anger rang'd 

And like a planet moving several ways 

At one self instant, she, poor soul, assays. 

Loving, not to love at all, and every part 

Strove to resist the notions of her heart : 

And hands, so pure so innocent, nay such 

As might have made heaven stoop to have a touch, 

Did she uphold to Venus, and again 

Vow'd spotless chastity : but all in vain 

Cupid beats down her prayers with his wings" . . . . ' 

Come hither all sweet maidens soberly 

Down looking, aye, and with a chastened light, 

Hid in the fringe of your eyelids white, 

And meekly let your fair hands joined be. 

(See Museum of Alexander, De Armore Heros et Leander) 

Keats Sonnet on Picture of Leander. 
As if so gentle that ye could not see, 
Untouched a victim of your beauty bright, 
Sinking away to the young spirits night 
Sinking bewilder'd mid the dreary sea : 
'Tis young Leander toiling to his death ; 
Nigh swooning he doth purse his weary lips, 
For hero's cheek and smile against her smile 
A hoorid dream ! see how his body dips, 
Dead-heavy ; arms and shoulders gleam awhile 
He's gone ; up bubbles all his amorous breath. 

Mortals are scarcely given breathing space, 

As they viewHippomenes and fleet Atlantis race 

They both startled, he, by one stride first, 

For she half pitied him so beautiful 

Running to meet his death, yet she was resolved 

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To conquer ; soon she neared him and he felt 
The rapid and repeated gush of breath 
Bihind liis shoukler. 

^-rom his liand now dropped 
^ golden apple ; she looked down and saw 
A glitter on the grass, yet on she ran 
He dropped a second ; now she seemed to stoop : 
He dropped a third, and now she stooped indeed ; 
Yet swifter than a wren picks a grain 
Of millet rais'd her head ; it was too late. 
Hippomenes had touched the maple goal 
With but two fingers, leaning proudly forth, 
Xow each walked slowly forward, both so tirea 
When he turn'd round to her, she lowered her face. 
Cover'd the blushes and held out her hand 
The golden apple in it 

" Leave me now" 
Said she, "I must walk homeward." 
He did take 
The apple and the hand. 

■'Both I detain" 
Said he "the other two I dedicate 
To the two powers that soften virgin hearts, 
Eros and Aphrodite ; and this one 
To her who ratifies the nuptial vow" 
She would have wept to see her father weep ; 
But some god pitied her and purple wines 
(What gods were they?) hovered and interposed. 

Fauns with youthful Bacims follow ; 
Ivy crowns that brow, supernal 
As the forehead of Appollo 
As possessing eternal. 

Round about him fair Bacchantes, 
Bearing cymbals, flutes and thyrses 
Wild from maxian groves or Zantes 
^ inyards sing delirons verses. 

Behold, behold ! the granite gates unclose 
And down the vales a lyric people flows ; 
Dancing to music, in their dance they fling 
Their frantic robes to every wind that blows ; 
And deathless praises to the winegod sing. 

Nearer they press and nearer still in sight. 
Still dancing blithely in a seemly choir ; 
x'ossing on high the symbol of their riglit 
The cane-tipped thyrsus of a god's desire ; 
Nearer they come, tall damsels flushed and fair, 
With ivy circling their abundant hair; 
Onward with even pace in stately rows. 
With eye that flashes, and with cheek that glows. 
And all the while their tribute songs they bring, 

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And newer glories of the past disclose, 
And deathless praises to the winegod sing. 

Arcadian Atlanta, snowy souled. 

Fair as the snow and footed as the wind. 

For thy name's sake and awe toward thy chaste head, 

O. holiest Atlanta ! no man dares 

Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise. 

And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair. 

And holy habit of thine eyes and feet, 

That make the blown foam neither swift nor white, 

Gods found because of thee adorable 

And for thy sake praise also thee as these 

Pure and the light lit at the hands of gods. 

Then all abode save one. 

The Arcadian Atlanta from her side 

Sprang her hounds laboring at the leash and slipped 

And splashed ear-deep with plunging feet ; but she 

Saying "Speed it as I send it for thy sake 

Goddess" drew bow and loosed the saddened string. 

Eang and sprang inward and the waterish air 

Hiss'd and the moist plumes of the songless reeds. 

Moved as a wave which the wind moves no more. 

But the boar heaved half out of ooze and slime 

His tense flank trembling the barbed wound, 

Bateful and fiery with evasive eyes 

.And bristling with intolerant hair 

Plunged and the hounds, and green flowers and white 

Reddened and broke all around them where they came. 

liock-rooted. Fair \^'ith fierce and fastened lips. 
Clear eyes and springing muscle and shortening limb. 
With chin aslant indrawn to a tightening throat. 
Grave and with gathered sinews, like a god 
Aimed in the left side his well handled ispear, 
Grasped where the ash was knottiest hewn and smote 
i^ncl with no missle wound, the montrous boar 
Ivight in the hairiest hollow of his hide, 
Under the last rib, sheer thru bulk and bone 
Deep in and deeply smitten unto and to death. 
The heavy horror with his hanging shafts 
Leapt, and fell furiously, and from raging lips, 

THE FATFFUL ICARNS. 

"\' ith melting wax and loosened strings 
Sunk hapless Icarn on unfaithful wings. 
Headlong he rushed thru the affrighted air. 
With limbs distorted and disheveled hair; 
His scattered plumage danced upon the wave. 
And sorrowing Nareids decked his watery graves. 
O'er his pale coi-ps their pearly sea flowers shed. 
And strewed with crimson moss his marble bed; 

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struck in tlieiv coral towers the passing bell, 
And wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell. 

From every region of Eageas shore 
The brave assembled, those illustrioiis twins 
Castor and Pollux ; Orpheus tuneful bard. 
Zetes and Caltais, as the wind in speed ; 
Strong Herciiles and many a chief renowned 
On deep lolcas, sandy shore they thronged, 
Gleaming in armor ardent of exploits, .... 
And soon the laurel chord and the huge stone 
Uplifting to the bark ; 

Whose keel of wondrous length the skillful hand 
Of Argos fashioned for the proud attempt; 
And in the extended keel a lofty mast 
Upraised and sails full swelling ; to the chiefs 
I'nwonted object, not flrst now they learned. 
Their bolder steerage over ocean wave. 
Led by golden stars, as chirons art 
Had marked the sphere celestial. 

One speaks 

Oh, happy seafarers are ye 
And surely all your ills are past ; 
And toil upon the land and sea, 
Since ye are brought to us at last ; 
But now, but when we have Iain 
Asleep with us a little while 
L'tneath the washing of the main 
How calm shall be your waking smile! 

A little more, a little more 

< » carriers of the golden fleece ! 

A little labor with the oar. 

Before we reach the land of Greece. 

E'en now, perchance, faint rumors reach, 

Men's ears of this our victory. 

And draw them down upon the beach 

To gaze upon the empty sea, 

Alas ! and will ye stop your ears, 

111 vain desii-e to do aught. 

And wish to live mid cares and fears, 

T'ntil the last fear makes you naught? 

Is not the May-time now on Earth 
When close against the city wall 
The folks are singing in their mirth, 
Wliile on their heads the May flowers fall. 

To please the will of Heaven's fair godhead 

Upon a day were Peleas and Thetis wed 

Now on a day foreset, Aurora forsaking the ocean 

Crimsons the orient sky : all Thessaly, seeking the palace 

Fares to the royal seat, in populous muster exultant, 

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Heavy of hand with gifts but blithsome of cheer for the 

joyance 
Cranuou's glittering domes and to battlements of Laris- 

sean, 
Cumber, Pharsalia, throng the abodes and the streets of 

Pliarsalus. 
Fields meanwhile are untilled, grow tender the necks of 

oxen, 
None with the curving teeth of the harrow cleareth the 

vineyard. 
None upturneth the glebe with bull and the furrowing plow 

share, 
None with garden knife lets light thru the branches un- 

brageous ; 
Senalid the rust creeps, up over plows forgotten of plow- 
men 

Bright is the palace, ay, thru far retreating recesses 
Blazing for sheenbenigh of the opulent gold and the silver : 
Ivory gleams on the thrones, great gobulets glint on the 

tables 
Glitters the spacious home made glad with imperial splen- 
dor 
Ay, but most, in the hall midmost, .is the couch of the god- 
dess. 
Glorious, made of the tusks of the Indian elephant polished. 
Spread with a wonder of guilt empurpled with dye of the 
sea shell. 



Then when Thessalay's youth long had of the wonder 
Their content, they can give place to the lords of Olympia, 
As when zephyr awakes the recumbent billows of ocean. 
Roughens the placid deep with eager breath of the morning, 
Urges the waves and impels, to the thresh-hold of journey- 
ing Pheobus, 
They at first blown outward unroughly when dawn is aris- 
ing 
Lamb slow footed and loiter with loiter with laughter, 

lightly splash 
Till on horizon they flow refulgent of luminous purple. 
So from the portal with draw-ing the palm Thessalian de- 
parted 
Faring in world wide ways to the far-off of their father. 
Now when they were aloof drew nigh from Pelion's summit 
Chiron bearing gifts from the copses and glades of the 

woodland. 
Gifts that the meadows yield: what flowers on Thessalis 

mountains 
Warming woos to the day, all such in bunches assorted, 
Bore he: flattened with odors the whole house break into 

laughter. 
Come there next Peneus, abandoning verdurous temple 
Temple embowered deep mid superimpendent forests. 

Where now the gode had reclined limbs on ivory couches, 

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Viands many and rare were heaped on the banqueters 
tables, 

Whilst the decrepit sisters of Fate, their tottering bodies 

Solemnly swayed and rehearsed their soothfast vaticina- 
tion. 

Lo each tremulous frame was wrapped in a robe of a 
whiteness. 

While on ambrosial brows there rested fillets like snow- 
flakes. 

They, at a task eternal their hands religiously plying, 

Held in the left high, with wool enfolded a distaff. 

Delicate fibres wherefrom, drawn down, were shaped by 
the right hand. 

Shaped by fingers upturned, but the down turned thumb 
set awhirling. 

Poised with perfected whorl, the industrious shaft of the 
spindle 

Still as they span, as they span, was the tooth kept nipping 
and smoothing 

And to the withered lips clung morsels of wool as they 
smoothed it. 

Fil aments erstwhile that stood from the twist of the sur- 
face. 
Close at their feet meantime were woven baskets of wicker 
Guarding the soft white balls of the wool resplendent with- 
in them. 
Thus then parting the strands these three with resonant 

voices 
Uttered in chant divine predestined sooth of the future 
Prophecy neither in time, nor yet in eternity shaken. 

Thou that exaltest renown of thy name with the name of 

valor 
Bulwark Emathecen, blest above sires in the offspring 

of promise. 
Hear with thine ears this day what oracle falls from the 

sisters 
Chanting the facts for thee ; but you your destiny drawing 
Spindles ; hasten the threads of the destinies for the 

future. 

Rideth the orb upon high that heralds boon unto bride- 
grooms .... 

Hesperus cometh anon with propitious the virgin, 

Speedeth thy soul to subdue-submerge with love at the 
floodtide. 

Hasten, ye spindles and run, yea gallop, ye thread running 
spindles. 

(Foot note Avid Metam 11,221-265-Calullua, 
LVIV Hygimus Feb. 14 ; Apollonus Rhodus Argon, 
1,558, Valerus Flaceus, Argon, Slatens Ashillerd. 

(2) Catallua LXIY Charles Miley Gayleys transla- 
tion) 

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And of the life wliicli neroes lead 
In such a glen on such a day, 
On Pelion, on the grassy ground. 
Chiron the aged centaur lay, 
The Young Achilles standing by 
The centaur taught him to explore 
The mountains, where the glens are dry, 
And the tired centaurs come to rest, 
And where the soaking springs abound 
And the straight ashes grow for spears. 
And where the hill goats come to ffpfl 
And the sea eagles build their nests, 
He showed him Phthia far away. 
And said, "O boy I taught this lore 
To Peleus, in the long distant years !" 



He told him of the gods, the stars, 
'iiie tides, and then of mortal wars. 
Before they reach the Elysian place, 
And rest in the immortal mead ; 
And all the wisdom of his race. 

xVt length I saw a lady within call 
Stiller than chisl'd marble standing there 
A daughter of the gods divinely tall. 
And most divinely fair. 

Her lovliness with shame and with surprise 
Froze my swift speech : she turning on my face 
The starlike sorrow of immortal eyes. 
Spoke slowly in her place. 

"1 had great beauty ; ask thou not my name 
No one can be more wise than Destiny. 
Many drew swords and died where I came 
I brought calamity." 

Of Paris Spenks Euore. 

White breasted like a star 

Fronting the dawn he moved a leopar skin 

Dropped from his shoulders, but his sunny hair 

Clustered about his temples like a god's. 

And his cheek brighten'd as the foam bow brightens. 

When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart 

Went forth to brace him coming ere he came. 

And at their feet the crocus break like fire 

Violet amaracus, and asphodd, 

Lotos and lilies ; and a wind arose, 

And ovei'heard the wandering ivy and vine 

This way and that in many a wild festoon. 

Ran riot garlanding the gnarled boughs 

With bunch and berry and flowers thru and thru. 

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Great bard of Greece, whose ever during verse 

All ages venerate, all tongues rehearse 

Could blind idolatry be justly paid 

To aught of mental power by man display'd, 

To thee, thou sire of soul exalting song, 

That boundless worship might to the belong. 

Jove said and nodded with his shadowy brows ; 

Waved on the immortal head the ambrosia Ic^ks - 

And all Olympus trembled at his nod. 

His sumptuous palace halls were built 

Deep down in ocean, golden glittering proof 

Against decay of time. 

He whose all conscious eyes the world behold. 

The eternal thunderer sat enthroned in gold 

High heaven, the footstool of his feet he makes, 

And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. 

*'0 Father Jove, who rulest from the top 
Of Ida, mightiest one and most august 
Whichever of these twain have done thee wrong 
Grant that the pass to Pluto's dwelling slain 
While friendship and a faithful leagiie are ours. 

"O Jupiter, most mighty and august 
AYhomever first shall break these solemn oaths 
So may their bi-ains flow down upon the earth 
Theirs and their children." 

Jove was the father cloud compelling Jove, 
Of Dardamus, by whom Dardanus first 
Was peopled ere our sacred boy was built 
On the great plain a populous town for men 
Dwelt still upon the roots of Ida fresh. 
With many springs. 

For in the elder times, when truth and worth 
Were stU revered and cherished here on earth 
The tenants of the sky would oft descend 
To heroes spotless homes as friend to friend 
There meet them face o face, and freely share 
In all that stirred the hearts of mortals there. 

Eris held within her hand contemptuously 

The fruit of pure Hesperian gold that smelt ambroiaslly 

So wishing Jupiter to ensnare 

Proffered golden apple for the fairest of the fair. 

This was cast upon the board 
When all the full faced presence of the gods 
Ranged in the halls of Peleus, whereupon 
Rose fend, with question unto whom twere due. 

Jove dared to choose lest he encourage strife 
In fair Olympus — spoiled innocent shepard's life 

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By requiring of Paris husband of Chaste Enone, 
To master the duty— which were once his own. 
Said June, "Power and riches will I give 
Thee Paris, if you let my beauty live 
Minerva promised glory and renown in w^ar 
Paris smiling looked at Venus his prize star. 
Said Venus, "Serve pompous goddess of love 
And win in Greece the fairest dame that moves. 

He consigned 
To her fair hand the fruit, of burnished land ; 
And foam-born Venus gras'd the gracel'al meed. 
Of war, of evil war, the quickening seed. 

Thus speaks Enroe 
"O happy heaven, how canst thou see my face? 
O happy earth how canst thou bear my weight? 

death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud, 
There are enough unhappy on this earth. 
Pass by the happy souls, that love to live : 

1 pray thee pass before my light of life, 
And shadow all my soul that I may die. 
Thou weihest heavy on the heart within, 
"Weigh heavy on my eyelids: let me die." 

From Ids heights she saw the fleet depart 
WhWhicli bore toward Greece the idol of her heart 
Toward parting fleet Enore still did stare 
I'ntil she at last sent up this final prayer. 

"O heavens, let thy jewel'd gun 

Cease shining on my brow 

Cause its resplendent rays to run 

To other lands right now 

Its rays tend to bring merriment 

And fill sad hearts with glee. 

But I am so filled with discontent 

That naught brings joy to me. 

Send them to the land o men 

Where bliss and peace abide 

Where damsels gambol now and then 

Upon the mountain side. 

A fairer dame with lighter heart 

Than mine doth bid them there 

So make them in a sudden dart 

Answer in full my prayer. 

I cannot face old horrid death 

When iipon my brow they shine 

Nay, I can't taste the woeful breath 

Until the rays recline. 

Unknown I stand to half the world 
Why should I stand without a pearl 
Unlearned as well as poor 
And hardships still endure. 

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TENNYSON'S DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN 

I saw a lady withiu call 
Stiller than chiselld marble staudlng there 
A daughter of the gods divinely tall 
And most divinely fair. 



Helen were tempted o'e the ocean foam 

By sti'anger whom she sheltered in her home, 

Thus spak" a shade. 
"I was cut off from the hope in that said place 
Wliich men call Aulis in those iron years 
My father held his hand upon his face 
I blinded with my tears. 



"Still strove to speak, my voice was thick with sighs 
As in a dream, dimly I could descry 
The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes 
Waiting to see me die. 

"The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat 

The clouds the temples wavered and the shores, 

The bright death quivered at the victims throat 

Touch'd and I knew no more, 

"The wish'd for wind was given then revolv'd 

The Oracle upon the silent sea 

And if no worthier led the way resolved 

That of a thousand vessels mine should be 

The foremost prow in pressing to the strand, 

Mine the first blood that tinged the trojan sand. 



"Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang 

When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife 

On thee too fondly did my memory hang, 

And on the -joys we shared in mortal life. 

The paths which we had trod — these fountains, flowers 

My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers. 



"But should suspense permit the foe to cry, 
'Behold they tremble :^haughty their array 
Yet, of their mimber no one dares to die? 
In soul I swept the indignity away. 
Old frailties then recurred : but lofty thought, 
In act embodied, my deliverance wrought. 

Upon the side 
Of Hellespoint (such faith was entertained) 
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew 
From out the tomb of him for she died ; 
That illumine walls were subject to their view 
The trees tall summits withered at the sight 
A constant interchange of growth and blight. 

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KEATS ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPEL HOMES 

Much have I traveled in realms of gold 

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; 

Round many western island have I been 

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold, 

Oft of one wide expanse have I been told. 

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne : 

Yet did I never breathe it pure serene, 

'Til I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : 

Then felt I like some watcher of the sky 

When a new planet swims into his ken ; 

Or like stout Cortes when with eagles eyes 

He stared at the Pacific and all his men 

Look'd at each other in a wild surmise 

Silent upon a peak in Darian. 



Helen, Grecian princess to Menelus wed 
Among a thousand suitors his kingdom fled 
To the fair plains of sweet Illyrium 
Where abode the illustrious sons of Illium. 

(Bryant [Iliad ) 
To Anterior minister of Trojan covenant 

(W. C. W. Supplement) 
Were Diomede and the wuse Ulysses sent 
By Menelaus that thru peace might restore 
That matchless beauty of the Grecian shore. 
For a thousand suitors for her hand had sworn 
Such vengeance on the land where she was borne. 
If dared to seize and bare her off 
All would unite in arms' and lay his town 
Level with the ground. 
Wlien they to Trojan capital were come 
Was theirs the hospitality of Illyrium. 

"But when Ulysses rose in thought profound 

(Pope Jlliad Bk. 3) 
His modest eyes he fixed upon the ground, 
As one unskilled or dumb he seemed to stand. 
Nor raised his head, nor stretched his scepter'd hand : 
Eut when he speaks, what elocution flows. 
Soft as the fleeces of dscending snows. 
The copious accent fall with easy art 
Rltlting they fall and sink into the heart." 

Hellenic ambassadors for home must sail (W. C. W. Sup- 
plemented) 
I^lysses eloquence was of no avail. 
To King Priam, who loved his son. 
The princely PJaris who had folly won 
The fair Helen whose beauty fair did light 
The chisell'd statue of fair Aphrodite, 
Brave chiefs of Greece secretly rejoice 
To know their vows have given them no choice. 
Palamedes did the wisdom of Ulysses match 

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Who sprinkled salt within his garden patch 
Dressed with new garb seized from peddlers box 
Ploughed in his field with horse yoked with ox 
Til Palamedes before him dropped the babe 
Which quietly in arms of its mother laid 
Within the very pathway of ploughshare 
Which mad Achilles used to escape war. 

Calchas the wise, the Grecian priest and guide 

That sacred seer, whose comprehensiA-e view 

The past, the present and the future kncr^'. 

In Lycomedes Court dwells the Achilles faa- 

W^ith face of maiden tall and debonair 

When perfumes were shown, with half ursheath.c^d sword 

I'eddlers viewing him announced his name 

And told him quietly of why they came. 

Learning their mission did he at once consent 

To coin his countrymen charms, in heights of merriment. 

Fully fifty ships beneath Achilles care 
The Achains Myrmidons, Hellenians bear ; 
The same their motion and the chief the same. 
Great Agamemnon rules the numerous band 
A hundred vessels in long order stand 
And crowded nations wait his dread command, 
High on the deck the king of men appears. 
And his refulgent arms in triumph wears ; 
Proud of his host, unrivall'd in his reign, 
In silent pomp he moves along the main. 
His brother follows and to vengeance warms 
The hardy Spartans exercised in arms ; 
These o'er the bending ocean, Helen's cause 
In sixty ships with Menelaus draws. 

In ninety sail from Pylos' coast 
Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host. 
Experienced Nestor, in persuasion skiUed 
Words, sweet as honey from lips dispelVd 
Iwo generations now had passed away, 
V-'ise by his rules and happy by his sway, 
Two ages over his native land he reigned 
And now the example of the third remaMied. 

V\^ith these appear the Salamanian bands 

(Pope Illiad Bk. 2) 
Whom the gigantic Telamon commands 
In twelve black ships to troy they steer their course 
And with the great Athenians join their force. 

Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on, 
Ajax, the less, Oileus' valiant son ; 
Skill'd to direct the flying dart aright ; 
Swift in pursuit and active in the fight. 

Cretes hundred cities pour forth all her sons, 

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These marched, Idomeneus, beneath thy care. 

Telemachus went up 
The vessels side, but Pallas first embarked, 
And at the stern sat down, while next to her 
Telemachus was seated. Then the crew 
Cast loose the fastenings and went all on board 
And took their places on he lower seats. 
While blue-eyed Pallas sent a favoring breeze, 
A fresh wind from the West, that murmuring swept. 

The dark blue main, Telemachus sent forth, 
The word to wield the tackle ; they obeyed 
And raised the flr-tree mast and fitting it 
Into its socket, bound it fast with cords. 
And drew and spread with firmly twisted ropes 
The shining sails on high. The steady wind 
Swelled out the canvass in the midst ; the ship 
Moved on the dark sea roaring round the kneel. 
And swiftly through the waves she cleft her way. 
My diamonds are the streaming tears 
That poureth down like rain 
My wishes are the rugged piers 
That bear the bridge of pain. 

Toward thee I lift my trembling hands 

I vow to thee I pray 

To die before I make a stand 

In life another day. 

O heaven let thy jewel'd sun 

Upon me shine no more 

For I have lost the happy one 

Whom I do now adore. 

O heaven hear my earnest prayer 

Sun, hide behind a cloud 

Until this dagger reaps its share 

And in my breast has plough'd. 

Enore in grief on Idas fair mountain stood 

And as she wept the Sun seemed filled with blood. 

PROLESILAUS THE BRAE 

Who now lay silent in the gloomy grave: 
The first who bodly touched the Trojan shore 
And died a Phrydian lance with Grecian gore. 
There lies, far distant from his native plain. 
And her sad consort beats her breast in vain. 

"Thou knowst the Delphis oracle foretold 

That the first Greek who toucht the Trojan strand 

Should die, but me the throat could not withhold, 

A generous cause a victim did demand, 

And forth I leaped upon the sandy plain, 

A self -devoted chief — by Hector slain. 

Upon the side 
Of Hellespont (such fort was entertained) 
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew 

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From out the tree of him for whom she died, 
And ever, when such stature tliey had gained. 
That Illiums walls were subject to their view, 
The trees tall summits withered at the sight. 

Divine Aeneas brings the Darden race, 
Archilochus and Achains divide 
The warriors toils and combat by his side, 
The Lycian forces were led by Sarpedon 
A chief who let to Troy's beleagured wall 
A host of heroes and outshines them all. 

Ye sons of Greece in triumph bring 

The corpse of Hector, and your paeans sing 

Hector is dead and Illion is no more." 

For was Hector 
The boast of Natsons the defense of Troy ! 
To whom her safety and her fame she owed 
Her chief, her hero and almost her god. 

And from the strand of Darden where they fought, 

To Simois' reedy banks the red blood ran. 

Whose waves to imitate the battle sought 

With swelling ridges ; and heir ranks began 

To break upon the galled shore and then 

Retire again to meet greater ranks. 

They join and shoot their foam at Simois bank^. 

The tenth year of the war captured Chryses 
Brought pestilence upon the sons of Greece. 

Her father pleads 
Ye kings and warriors ! may your vows be crowned 
And Troy's poud walls lie level with the ground. 
May Jove restore you when your toils areo'er 
Safe to the plasure of your native shore, 
But Oh ! relieve a wretched parents pain. 
And give Chryses to these arms again." 
The aged Trojan with a heart of pain 
Thus pleaded to Agamennon in vain 
With brow declining lige suns evening arys 
li.^ivenword he loos and to Apollo pvays. 

"O Smintheus ! if I ever helped to deck 

Thy glorious temple, if I ever burned 

Upon thy alter the fat thighs of goats 

And bullocks, grant my prayer, and let thy shafts 

Avenge upon the Greeks the tears I shed. 

Achilles bades Calcheas speak the final 
Of oracle, to chief of grecian Lords. 

"Thus in turt 
1 threaten thee, since Pheobus takes away 
Chryses I will send her in my ships 
And with my friends and coming to thy tent 
Will bear away the fair cheeked maid, thy prize. 



Brises, that thou kuow how far I stand 

Above thee, aucl that other Clues may fear 

To measure strength with me and drawing power. 

Thus Achilles speaks.... 
"Tremendous oath, inviolate to kings 
By this I swear : when bleeding Greece again 
Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain 

The aged Nestor with fast dimming eyes 
Says when he sees Achilles lose his prize 
"Forbid it Gods! Acilles should be lost, 
The pride of Greece, and bulwark of our host." 

Rising from that strife of words the twain 
Dissolved the assembly at the Greecian fleet, 
To Eurybates, Talthybius, Agemmon said 
As if ye were a Hellenic God-head 
''Go ye to where Achilles holds his tent 
And take the fair Brises by the hand, 
And bring her hither, If he yield her not 
I shall come forth to claim her with a band 
Of warriors, and it shall be worse for him. 

Achilles' wrath to Greece the direful spring 

Of woes unnumbered heavenly goddess sing 

Thy wrath which hurled to Pluto's gloomy reign. 

The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain 

Those limbs unburied on thenaked shore. 

Devouring dogs and hungry vulture tore : 

Since great Achilles and Artrides srove 

Such was the soveriegn doom, and such the will of Jove 

Man's first disobedience and the fruit 

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste 

Brought death into the world and all our woe. 

With loss of Eden, till one greater man 

Restore us and regain the blissful seat 

Sing, heavenly, Muse, that on the secret top 

Of oreb or of Sinai didst inspire 

That shepard who first taught the chosen seed 

Iji the beginning how the heavens and the Eerth 

Rose out of chaos ; or of Zion hill 

Delight thee more, and Siloam's brook that flowed 

Fast by the oracle of God I thence 

Invoke thy aid, to my advent'rous song. 

Thus Thetes plead 
O Jupiter my father, if among 
The mortals I have ever given thee aid 
Honor thy son whose life is doomed to end. 
So soon, for Agamemmon king of men. 
Hath done him shameful wrong : 
Jens that rolls the clouds of heaven 
Her addressing answers then.. 
Moonstruck thou art even trowing ; never I escape thy ken 

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Afer all it boots thee nothing, leaves me of thy heart the 

less 
So thou hast the worser bargain, what if I the fact confess? 
It was done because I willed it, Hold thy place, my word 

obey, 
Lest if I come near, and on thee these unconquered hands 

I lay. 
All the gods that hold Olympus naught avail thee here 
to-day 

Thus the blest gods the genial day prolong 

In feass and ambrosial and celestial song. 

Apollo turned the lyre ; the music round 

With voice alternate aid the silvery sound 

The Sceptered rulers lead ; the following host, 

Poured forth by thousands, darkens all the coast. 

With deeper murmers and more hoarse alarm ; 

Along the region runs the deafening sound 

Beneath their footsteps groans the trembling ground. 

So was the whole assembly swayed ; they ran 

With tumult to the ships ! beneath their feet 

Rose clouds of dust, each exorted each 

To seize the ships and drag them to the deep. 

Says Agamemmon 
Warriors like you with strength and wisdom blest 
By brave example should confirm the rest. 
Back to the assembly roll the thronging train, 
Desert the ships and pour upon the plain. 

Another day 
The Trojan host moved on 
With shouts and clang of arms, as when a cry 
Of cranes is in the air, that fly South 
From winter and its mighty breath of rain 
Wing their way over ocean. 

But silently the Greeks 

Went forward, breathing their valor mindful still 

To aid each other in the coming fray. 

And round him one can only see as far 

As one can hurl a stone, — such was the cloud 

Of dust that from the warrior's trampling feet 

Rose round their rapid march and filled the air. 

Menelaus felt 
Great joy when Paris of godly form 
Appeared in sight, for now he thought to wreak 
His vengeance on the guilty one and straight 
Sprung from his car to earth with all his arms. 

But Paris : 
As one who meets within a mountain glade 
A serpent starts aside with sudden fright 
And Takes the backward way with trembling limbt. 

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Witb Hector's -Just rebuke doth Paris 

"Cause the Trojans and the Greeks 

To pause from battle, while between host, 

I and the warlike Meuelaus strive 

In single fight for Helen and her wealtli. 

Menelaus said : 
Now hear me also, — -me whose spirit feels 
The wrong most keenly. I propose that now 
The Greeks and Trojans separate reconcil'd 
For greatly have ye suffered for the sake 
Of this My quarrel, and the original fault 
Of Paris. Whomsoever fate ordains 
To perish, let him die ; But let the rest 
Be from this moment reconcil'd and part. 

And aged Priam viewing 
Helen standing b.v remarks : 
"No crime of thine our present suffering draws, 
Not thou , but heavens disposing will, the cause 
The gods these armies and this fore employ 
The hostile gods conspire the fate. 

No wonder such celestial charms 
For nine long years have set the world at arms ; 
What winning graces ! What majestic mien 
She moves a goddes and she looks a queen. 
Yet hence, O heaven ! convey that fatal face. 
And from destruction save the Trojan race. 

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, 
And burnt the topless towers of Illium? 
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss — 

Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it flies 
Here will I dwell for heaven is in these lips, 
And all is dross that is not Helen 
Oh, thou art finer than evening air 
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ; 
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter. 
When he appeared to hapless Semele : 
And none but thou shalt be my paramour. 

Priam inquires of her 
"Who that 

Around whose brow such martial graces shine. 
So tall, so awful and almost divine? 
"What is he whose arms lie scattered on the plain? 
Broad is his breast and shoulders larger spread, 
Though great Atrides overtops his head. 
Nor yet appear his care and conduct small 
From rank to rank he moves and orders all. 

The king then askedas yet the camp he viewed, 
What chief is that with giant strength endued ; 
Whose brown shoulders and whose swelling chest, 
And lofty statue far exceed the rest? 

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Paris withdrew 
To Menelaus Pandoras arrow flew 
Pallas assists and weakened in its force 
Diverts the weapon from its destined course. 
So from her babe when slumber seals his eye 
The watchful mother wafts the envenomed fly. 

Then Nestor 

The cavalry with steeds and cars replaced 

In front. A vast and valiant multitude 

Of infantry he stationed in the rear, 

To be the bulwark of the war. Between 

He made the faint of spirit take their place, 

To combat with the res. 

Then he said 
"Let no man too vain of horsemanship, 
And trusting in his valor dare advance 
Beyond the rest to attack the men of Troy 
Nor let him fall behind the rest to make 
Our ranks the weaker. Whoso from his car 
Can reach an enemj' let him stand and strike, 
With his long spear for tis the shewder way. 

Pallas and Tythides Diomede 

Gave strength and courage, that he might appear 

Among the Achains greatly eminent. 

And win a glorious name. 

Father of heaven and earth ! deliver thou 
Achaias host from darkness ; clear the skies, 
Give day, and since thy sovereign will is such 
Destruction with it ; but oh give us day ! 

Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame 

The circles gold of uncorrupted frame, 

Such as the heavens produce ; and round the gold 

Two brazen rings of work divine were roU'd 

The bossy waves of solid silver shone. 

Braces of gold suspend the moving throne. 

The car, behind an arching figure bore ; 

The bending concaves formed, an arch before. 

Sliver the beam, the extended yoke was gold 

And golden reins the immortal courses hold 

Stentor the strong, endued with brazen fury around 

Diomede tirew^ 
Whose threat surpassed the force of fifty tongues. 

Said Agamemnon : 
Now be at least one wish of mine fulfilled. 
That we may yet escape and get us hence; 
Nor let the Trojans thus the destroy the Greeks. 

Says famous archer: 
"In an evil hour 

I took my bow and quiver from the wall 
And came to lead the Trojans for the sake of Hector. 

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Son of Tydeus strikes 

Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground 
Earth groans beneath him, and his arms resound. 
And threats aloud the Greeks with longing eyes 
Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. 

For that day 

Saw many a Trojan slain and many a Greek 

Stretched side by side upon the bloody field. 

Hector is warned : 

He admonished all 

Duly to importune the gods in prayer, 

For woe he said was near to many a one. 

"Inflaming wine, penicious to mankind, 
Unnerves the limbs and dulls the noble mind 
Hecuba looking in her fair husband's eyes 
Deeply immersed in remorse and sorrow cries 
"O let the earth 

Be heaped above my head in death before 
I hear thy cries as thou art borne away." 



Hector replies 

"O Jupiter and all ye deities 
Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become 
Among the Trojans eminent like me 
And nobly rule te Illium. 

The chief. 
Beheld and moved with tender pitysmoothed 
Her forehead gently with his hand and said 
"Sorrow not thus beloved one for me. 
No living man can send me to the shades 
Before my time ; no man of woman born 
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. 

He bore his spear, 

Holding it in the middle and pressed back 

The ranks of Trojans and they all sat down 

And Agamemnon caused the well known greeks, 

To sit down also. 

The mighty Telamon before the Greeks arrayed 

Sent right and left brave Trojans to the shades. 

Alas the herald Idaeas doth command 
In a loud voice to Greek and Trojan Band, 
"Cease to contend dear friends in deadly fray 
Ye both are loved by cloud compelling Jove 
And both are great in war as all men know 
The night is come be then the night obeyed. 
Since then the night extends her gloomy shade, 
And heaven enjoins it be the night obeyed 
Between brave ajax to the Grecian friends, 
And joy the nations, whom his arms defend, 

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But let us ou this memorial day, 
Exchange some gift : thatGreece of Troi'an may say 
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend, 
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend." 

Then they both departed — one 

To join the Grecian host and one to meet 

The Trojan people, who rejoiced to see 

Hecor alive, unwounded and now safe 

From the great might and irresistible arm 

Of Ajax. Straightway to the town they led 

Him for whose life they scarce had dared to hope, 

And Ajax also by the well armed Greeks 

Exulting in his feat of arms was brought 

To noble Agamemnon. 

On the next day these cried : 
"Send we the argive Helen, back with all 
Her treasures : let the sons of Alreas lead 
The dame away ; for now we wage the war 
After our faith is broken and I deem 
"We cannot prosper till we make amends." 

All wailing, silently they bore away 

Their slaughtered friends, and heaped them on the pyre, 

With aching hearts, and when they had consumed 

The dead with fire, returned to hallowed Troy, 

The nobly-armed Achians also heaped 

Their slaughtered warriors on the funeral pile 

With aching hearts, and when they had consumed 

Their dead with fire, they sought their hallowed ships. 

Spoke Poesidon. 
Now will the fame 

Of this their work go forth where-ever shines 
The light of day and when men will quite forget 
The wall which once we built, with toiling hands 
Phoebus, Apollo and myself around 
The city of renown Laomedon. 

Jove willed. 

This day the gods who dare to interfere with motalg 

Must descend 

Deep, deep in the great gulf below the earth 

With iron gates the threshold forged with brass 

So high in hope they sat the whole night thru 

In warlike lines, and many watchfires blazed. 

Agamemnon on the morn in sorrow spoke 

"I erred and I deny it not 

That man indeed is equal to a host. 

And sent his messengers for the brave Achilles. 

Amused, at ease, the god-like man they found 

Pleased with the harps harmonious sound 

(The well wrought harp from conquered Thebae came, 

Of polish'd silver was its costly frame) 

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With this she soothes his soul and sings 
The immortal deeds of heroes and of kings. 

Said he 
"Twelve cities have I with my feet laid waste 
And with my Myrmidons have I o'erthrown 
Eleven upon this fertile Trojan coast. 
Full many a precious spoil from these I bore, 
And to Atrides Agamemnon gave 
He loitering in his fleet, received them all, 
Few he distrusted and many kept. 

The God Neptune 
Yoked his swift and brazen-footed steeds 
With manes of flowing gold, to draw his car 
And put on golden mail and took his scourge 
Wrought of fiine gold, and climbed its chariot seat 
And rode upon the wavee.. 

Thus Juno speaks: 
Now, Neptune, give the Greeks thy earnest aid 
And though it be for a little space 
While Jupiter yet slumbers let them win 
the glory of the day for I have wrapt 
His senses in a general lethargy. 

Hector led 

The van in rapid march, before him walked 

Fhoebus the terrible aegis in his hand 

Dazzling bright within his shaggy fringe 

By vulcan forged the great article 

And given to Jupiter, with which to rout 

Armies of men. With this hand he led 

The assailants on. 

On the blade of that long spear 

The hero took them as they came and slew 

In close encounter twelve before the fleet 

In that scattered conflict of the chiefs 

Each argive slew a warrior. 

One speaks seeing brave Palroclus 
Achilles friend, in his own armor fall. 
"Hector thou art pursuing what thy fleet 
Will never overtake, the steeds which draw 
The Chariot of Achilles." 

Said Glancus, 

To him who from the field will drag and bring 

The slain Patrochus to the Trojan knights 

Compelling Ajax to give way to him. 

I yield up half the spoil; the other half 

I keep, and let his glory equal mine. 

They of lUium strove 

To drag it to the city, they ofGreece 

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To bear it to a fleet. 

Achilles filled with rage and disgust 

Hears he sad news from Nestors' son Antilochus, 

Of his friend Patrochus death, 

And to his goddess mother in one breath 

He sealed the fate of Hector. 

Says he : 
"No wish 

Have I to live or to concern myself 
In men's affairs, that Hector first 
Pierced by my spear, shall yield his life and pay 
The debt of vengeance for patrochus slain. 

Says Thetus: 
Goddess mother to her son 
"Ah hen I see thee dying, see thee dead." 
When Hector falls, thou diest. 
Go Ihou to the trench and show thyselr 
To hem of Troy that haply smit with foar 
I'hey may desist from battle. 

The hi'a:t.s of all who heard that bra>.'M voice 

"VVere iioubled and their steeds w itn flovving manes 

Turned backward with the chariots, such the dread 

Of coming slaughter. 

Thrice o'er the trenches Achilles shouted : Thrice 

The men of Troy and their allies 

Fell in wild disorder. 

Thetus returns 
Like a falcon in her flight 

Down plunging from Olympus capped with snow 
She bore he shining armor Vulcan gave. 

Then Achilles said: 
"Here then my anger ends ; let war succeed 
And even as Greece has bleed 

Now call the hosts and ry if in our sight z 

Troy shall dare to camp a scond night.'" 

Xanthus spake 
"Not thru our crime, or slowness in our chance 
Fell by Patrochus, but by heavenly force. 
The bright far-shooting god that guilds the day 
Coufess'd we saw him, tore his arms away. 



Achilles spoke 

I know my fate to die to see no more 

My much loved parents and my native shore 

Enough — when heaven ordains I sink in night 

Now perish Troy : and rushed to fight. 

On seeing Hector 

Achilles began to shout 

Hound as thou art thou hast once escaped 

Thy death for it was near 

Again the hand 

Of Phoebus rescues thee — I shall meet thee yet 

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And end thee utterly if any god 
Favor me also. I will now pursue 
And strike the other warrior down. 

Thereafter men : 

So plunged in Xanthus by Achilles force, 

Roars the resounding seige with men and horse. 

So Hector spake 

"If ever I return, return I must 

Glorious my countries fervor laid in dust, 

Or if I perish, let her see me fall 

In field at least, fighting for her wall. 

On field and one pursued — 

A brave man fled, a braA'e followed close 

And swiftly both, not for a common prize 

A victim from the herd a bullock hide 

Such as reward the fleet of foot they ran 

The race was for the knightly Hector's life. 

Whom brave Achilles slew 

And dragged his massive body on the plain 

By the will of Jove is the fair Achilles slain 

By arrow of Paris. 

The noblest Hellenes 

Strove for his arms, 

Ulysses winning the barve Ajax alarms. 

Who falling in attempt to slay Ulysses wise, 

And with these words on his good sword dies. 

Come and look on me 

Death, O Death — and yet in yonder world 

1 shall dwell with thee, speak enough with thee ; 
And thee I call thy light of golden day, 

Thou sun who drivest on thy glorious car, 
Thee, for this last time never more again ! 
O light, O sacred land that was my home 
O Salamis where stands my father's hearth 
Thy glorious Athens with thy kindred race ; 
Ye streams and rivers here and Troy's plains 
To you that fed my life I bid farewell ; 
This last, last word does Ajax speak to you. 
All else I speak in Hades to the dead." 

The Grecian then devise a wooden horse 

Their fleet in Neptune's bosom is carried forth 

The horse is left upon the plains of Troy 

Which did the Trojan Laocoan enjoy 

As he sprangly haply from the Trojan gates 

Struck horse with spear and mocked the angered fate*. 

The troubled Trojans sailed upon the sea 

And then returned to know of Destiny 

What the fate of Illium might be. 

Many yet adhere 

To the ancient distaff to the bosom fixed 

Casting the whirling spindle as they walk. 

This was of old in no inglorious days 

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The mode of spinning when the Egyptian prince 
A golden distaff gave that beautious nymph, 
Too beauteous, Helen, no uncouthly gift. 

That Nepenthus which the wife of Thine 
In Egypt gave to Jove born Helena, 
Is of such power to stir up joy as this 
Is life so friendly or so cool to thrust. 

Thus Ulysses wanders 

As one for a weary space has lain 

Lulled by the song of Circe and her wine 

In gardens near a pale of Proserpine. 

Calchus desired by Ulysses stategy 

Was left to falsely explain the mystery 

With wooden horse alive with Hellenes 

Who carefully were watched by the divine 

Lacoons children enwraped with snakes 

Bade Troian take wooden horse within their gates 

For sacred omen to the great divines 

And to the fateful nymphs of Proserpine. 

\:.-n - 

The struggle; vain against the cuvllug strait, 

And gripe and deepening of the dragons grasp 

The old man's clinch the long envenomed chain 

Rivets the living links — the enormous asp 

Enforces pang on pang and stifles gasp on gasp. 

When wooden horse were carried in yrojan walls 

At once the mighty Trojan city falls 

For Greeks, from out the horses finely fought 

While allied chiefs from returning vessels wrought 

Utter destruction the fateful Troy 

Queen Hecuba and Cassandra to Helen 

Soon in the captive ships of Greece were seen. 

Paris returns unscathed to fair Enore 

And Menelaus takes back Helen his heart's own 

Where that Aean isle forgets the main. 

And only the low lutes of love complain 

And only shadows of war, lovers pine. 

As such an one was glad to know the brine 

Salt on his lips and the large air again 

So, gladly from the songs of modern speech 

Men turn to see the stars and feel the free 

Shrill winds beyond the close of heavy flowers ; 

And through the music of the languid hours 

They hear like ocean on a western beach 

The surge and thunder of the Odyrsey winds 

Sip melodiously the music of Proserpine. 

WANDERS ULSSES ON THE ISLE OF AEAEA 

If swine we be, — if we indeed be swine, 
Daughter of Perse make us swine indeed. 
Well pleased on littered straw to lie supine. 
Well pleased on mast and acorn shales to feed. 
Stirred by all insticts of the bestial breed; 

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But O merciful, O pitiless ! 

Leave us not thus with sick men's hearts to bleed 
To waste long days in yearning dumb distress 
And memory of things gone and hoplessness. 

Alas the drift to Calypsos Island. 
A garden vine, luxuriant on all sides 
Mantled the spacious cavern, cluster lining 
Profuse : four fountains of serenest lymph. 
Their sinuous coiirse pursuing side by side 
Strayed all around and everywhere appeared. 
Meadows of softest verdure, purpled o'er, 
With violets, it was a scene to fill 
A god from heaven with wonder and delight. 

Ulysses and his men in land of Phoenicians dwells 

Amid her sweet perfumes and flowered dells. 

The languid sunset, mother of roses 

Lingers a light on the magic sea. 

The wide fire flames, as a flower uncloses. 

Heavy with odor and loose to the breeze 

The red rose clouds, without law or leader, 

Gather and float in the airy plain ; 

The nightengale sings to the dewy cedar 

The cedar scatters its scent to the main. 

The strange flower perfume turns to singing, 

Heard afar over the moonlit seas 

The sirens song grown faint in winging 

Falls in scent on the cedar trees. 

Deep in the woods as the twilight darkens 
Glades are red with the scented fire ; 
Far in the dell the white maid barkens 
Songs and sighs to her heart's desire. 
Oydessey. 

All have heard of the wreck of his raft 

Caused by the dart of Apollo's shaft. 

His escape by swimming, his relief by the princess 

When the sweet melliferous warblings of the Siren* 

commences. 
The gods have lied to me. 
When they foretold I should see Ithica. 

Ulysses sees the bard. 
Dear to the Muse 

Who yet appointed him both good and ill 
Took from him sight, but gave him strains divine. 
Then his destiny released , 

Old Argus soon as he had lived to see 
Ulysses in the twentieth year restored. 

Roman Virgil, thou that singest 
Illion's lofty temples robed in fire 
Illions falling, Rome arising. 
Wars, and filial faith and Didos pyre. 

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Landscape lover, lord of language 

More than he who sang the works and days 

All the chosen corn of fancy 

Flashing out from many a golden phrase ; 

Light among the vanish'd ages 

Star that gildest yet this phantom shore : 

Golden branch amid the shadows 

King and realms that pass to rise no more. 

Now the Rome of slaves hath perished 
And the Rome of freedom holds her place 
I, from out the Northern Island 
Sunder'd once from all the human race. 
I salute the mantavano, 
I that loved thee since my day began, 
Wielder of the statliest measure 
Ever molded by the lips of man. 

SONG OF THE Sff VDES 

Here we come, here we come 
Though we are a little troublesome 
We have come but not to stay 
To christen Ardels wedding day ^ 

With morning tears of silver dew 
That do assume a golden hue 
As upon our cheeks they sit 
Inquirnig are the heavens wet. 
With earnest tears of joy sublime 
As into eternity hath flown from time 
The subject of this little rhyme. 

The hyacynth and vesper bell 

Shed tears of dew for thee Ardel 

The geranium and the rose of heath 

Also weep to know thou wedded death. 

The violet with outstretched arms 

Bestows on thee her velvet charms 

The verdent moss the running vine 

O'er your sodded mausoleum doth climb 

From whose summit doth windows peer, 

Tended by the invidious maidens of the achen spear 

From whose eyelids drippeth golden tears. 



In reverence to thou Nonpareal 

Whom the gods have called Ardel 

The soothing breath of Aura's breeze 

The shady leaves of Daphnes trees 

The gorgeous light of the rising sun 

Wain Bear and the Constellation Arion 

Minerva Juno and fair Aphrodite 

Doth thy pathway to the heavens light 

As gentle Aura guides thee on Arethusas stream 

And the golden rays of the heavens gleam 

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Ill thy fair shade in the land of dreams. 

On that eventful day of June 
The priest stabs her as she swoon 
But by the will of the destines 
Dies hero from those coward lines. 

Who views the maidens spirit mute 
Mid harpies of the mygdauian lute 
Brewing death in the maiden's eyes, 
Disdains his cowardly hosts and cries 
The tires that in my bosom rise 
Can't be suppressed til death 
Me earth no longer satisfies 
Lest God returns her breath. 

Vengeance upon that wicked priest 
That blamed accursed knave 
"Who doubly wronged the poor deceased 
And drove her to her grave. 

Ring out sweet bells of heaven, ring 
God may this saint be blest 
Like other saints — as I, O king; 
With her in heaven rest. 

(Arch Gaus, standing before altar and addressing) 
(Audience, Virtule lures, vortate securus, virtus sol«) 
(nobilitat, vincit inardeam incendit vires, arete) 
(firtior, vivit post funera, est semper vundes) 

Lives here a priest with soul so dumb 

That ne'er into his heart has come, 

This inference virtuous woman born 

To guide aright the step of man 

With both sweet love and friendships hauk. 

Was never made to scorn 

Oh, lives here one with such a soul 

That ne'er within his ear hath stole 

The echo — to virtuous dame is given 

Those qualities pure, true and chaste 

Which tend to share the human race. 

The brotherhood of heaven. 

If such be found within our fold, 

Save he who this dame's honor stole 
Save he whose trembling sinews tell 
He well deserves the curse of hell. 

If any save this coward priest 
Who triply wronged the poor deceased 
Let him be tortured ,scorned and shamed 
Let him be accursed, debauched and blamed 
Though titles entwine his honored name 
And riches give him endless fame. 

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Though he be most profound in law 
A towering diplomat of awe 
Though nobly he in battle fought 
Let him like carrion sink to naught 
Let him be sneered at and despised. 

Let each foul means which imps devise 
Drop doubly hard upon his halls 
And prythe when he to heaven calls 
May vengeance from the king on high 
Condemn with wrath the wretch to die 
But ere the sturdy angel death 
Comes to choke out his parting breath, 
May earth refuse, her son a home 
And when you die the dust a tomb 
The reed its presence, the Sun its light 
The Moon's soft rays which gleam at night 
And prythe faith may a little star 
Inform thee hell's gate stands ajar 
To thee the breadt of evil fruit 
Demured, debauched and destitute. 

GUILTY PRIEST (A PRAYER) 

Prythe all the joy Orpheus tones incited 
Could not epress the billionth part of -joy 
My soul received when hers took flight to 
Heaven, O child, O martyr, Saint, Heavenly angel, 
Pilgrim in whom exists my aspirations, 
Priceless, immortal, redeemed lamb of God. 

A pure and noble life to give 

A purer heart a cleaner mind 

Virtue will help ye all to find 

A higher purpose a nobler thought 

Ye all may be led by virtue taught. 

A higher moral, a prouder life 

A truer husband, a purer wife 

A nobler lad, a sweeter lassie, 

A dearer prayer, a greater mass 

A higher priest, a nobler nun 

African, Anglo, Turk or Hun, 

Than thou O virtue, can't be found. 

Banner that ne'er hath swept the ground. 

Priest : 

Eipe wisdom seek O son of man 

Do for education what you can 

For the ripe fruit which wisdom gains 

When gathered once fore'er remains. 

Feast on it sons, with all your heart 
Learn of its excellence, its art 
Ah grasp that everlasting power 
The garb, the trousseau of the hour 

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The force your being should employ 
To assure your soul the fruit of joy 
To show in boundless reach all good 
In toils and pains beautitude. 

Whom fate has marked to leave for my salvation thy sacred 
tears which wash the throne of God, I foster the visage of 
thy sanctity, in my heart, and hope thru thy tender mer- 
cies my soul spending its last moment on earth will be wel- 
come before thee and th celestial angels in the kingdom of 
of my father. 

Arch Gaus. 

To virtuous and ennobling heights aspire 

As ants let not thy efforts tire 

For only through this wondrous plan 

Can life build the more perfect man 

Can men accomplish and attain 

And tell the priceless worth of gain, 

Measure a way by which to live. 

Let in yoTir darkened soul the light 

Which makes the brightest day of night 

Wisdom and power take forsooth 

Nears cleanliness, godliness and truth. 

So spake the three and to the shade 
Were sent the eloquent three that played 
With knaves around the maiden's heart 
Who perished for the world of art 
Thus from the historic muses nine 
Was dropped the tale of Proserpine. 
THE END 

MARTYR AND MAN 

Empires and kingdoms hail thy name 

America's peerless star 

Mountains and seas thy worth proclaim 

Thou mighty man of war 

The dewy eyes of precious dawn 

Weep for thee Attucks alone 

Thou livest still, though thou art gone, 

To thine eternal home. 

Each morning's breeze whispers its praise 

To thou guardian of Liberty 

The howling winds the heavens raise, 

Crispus Attucks in praise of thee 

Morn's sweet undaunted rising sun 

The rosy tinted dawn 

Resteth their glorious smiles upon 

The pride of America's lawn. 

When happy day bids man farewell 
Birdies sing to sweet twilight 

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The white rose, red rose vesper belle 
Ah too the lilly white, 
Shed soft tears of midnight dew 
P'or thou Nonpariel. 

England itself doth sorely rue 

The day thou said farewell 

In every twinkling star that shines 

Is shown thy peerless fame 

The heavens proclaim the great Di^^ne 

Has written in blood thy name 

For thou wert born to thy country fair 

As well as thy mother dear 

Thou rather sought death's sweet despair, 

Than see reduced the vassalage here 

The only fatherland to thee known, 

Th only one loved and adored by thee. 

The country of thine and mine own. 
The sweet land of liberty 
Soft is the muse, sweet the basoon 
Which flows from heaven's lyre 
Divine praise from the silver moon 
Shower on thee like living fire. 

The Isles of Brittany was shaken 

When America thou freed 

Thou Shalt never be forsaken 

For America's liberty first didst thou bleed 

'Twas thou who clipped the only chord 

By which England held us bound. 

'Twas thou who never sheathed thy sword 

'Til America's liberty was found. 

As long as these United States 

Of America, a Republic remain 

So long Shalt the undaunted fates 

Sing the this soothing strain. 

Long maintain old glory 
Float on to victory 
Keep thy banners waving 
Both over land and sea 
One whom thou wert enslaTing 
Gave to thee thy liberty 
Enabled the old glory 
To float on to victory. 

Float on, float on old glory 

Float on to victory 

He whom thou wert enslaving 

Ts marching on with theee 

With his rich soul craving 

To bleed as Attucks bled for the«, 

Float on, float on old glory, 

Float on to victory. 

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Long maintain old glory 
Float on to victory 
One who thou wert enslaving 
Is marching on with thee, 
On the book of time engraving 
He loveth his liberty 
liOng maintain old glory, 
Float on to victory. 

Float on, float on old glory, 
Float on to victory 
He who thou wert enslaving 
It! marching on with thee 
Thy pathway of prayers paving 
As Attucks who died for thee 
Float on, float on old glory. 
Float on to victory. 

Float on, float on old glory 
Banner ne'er fringe the soiled dust. 
As thou floatest on to victory 
Let Attucks not in thy memory rust. 
Ah that noble lad of Boston 
Who was formerly a slave 
Trumpet it from every rostrum 
Enabled thy banner fair to wave. 

REFRAIN 

Wave glory wave 

O'er tomb of the brave 

O'er land of the free 

And the home of the brave. 

Triumphantly unfurl o'er the great ocean wave 

On land and sea wave glory wave. 

SUNSET IN THE WEST 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 

The land where the cattle low. 

The land where plateau rams climb the mountain steep 

And bleet for the lambs below. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 
Where mischevious North winds blow 
Oft blinding persons, horses, cattle and sheep, 
With mists of the sand and the snow. 

She dwells inthe land of the sunbright deep. 
Where Auras soft breezes blow, 
And the timber wolves thru the forests leap. 
At the hoofs a frightened roe. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 
Where silvery gardens glow, 

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Where preys on the mountain sheep. 
And the Lampkins sylvan rivnlets flow. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 
Where meadows of clover are strewn 
Where the mourning doves make the willows weep 
As the giant oaks are hewn. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 

The laud of the cavern and glen, 

Where innocent women abundantly reap 

The harvests of the noblest of men. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 

Where wanders the misses nine, 

Where the silvery clouds that heavenward peep 

Do the towering mounts enshrine. 

She dwells in the landof the sunbright deep, 
The land of the golden grain 
The land where the turtle and tortoise creep, 
The land where the big bear Mose was slain. 

She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep. 
Where the Angelus ringeth so clear, 
Tn the song birds notes that cleverly keep 
The record of each day of the year. 

She dwells in the landof the sunbright deep, 

Where travelers and huntsmen roam, 

Where the shepherd dog bays while the ranchman sleeps 

The vermin that would devastate his home. 

She dwells in the land of the golden beam 
With countenance like the fair Enone, 
The land of the shepherd dog's master's dream, 
The land of the midnight sun. 

MY MOTTO. 

He who from gulf to sea 

Glides thru the endless air with boundless joy 
Tn his leisure sti'oll has taught me 
I'erseverance is but the making of a boy. 

BREEZE LAKE 

I like to view the oracle 
Flit thru the breezes rare, 
I like to hear the butchers carol 
Float on the morning air. 

I like to hear canaries dirge, 
Ee-echo thro the glen, 
I like to see the little birch 
Enamored by the wren. 

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I like to view the cotton-tail, 
Bathe in the sylvan pond, 
I like to hear the nightingale. 
Sing of her memories fond. 

I like to view the ewe deloused, 
At the sylvan waters brink, 
When suddenly he is aroused 
By the song of the bob-o-link. 

I like to learn the bullfrogs croak. 
As they dive in thy streams supine, 
I like to view the giant oak. 
That thy sylvan waters enshrine. 

I like to view the wild ducks swim, 

On the crest of thy sylvery waves, 

And the mocking bird hopping from limb to limb, 

Sing of Wright Hill cemeteries bemoaned graves. 

I like to see the canvers glide 
Tranquilly o'er thy pleasant, stream 
I like to see good swimmers ride. 
The waves with their loves young dream. 

THE MIND 

What compass hath the wondrous mind. 
Upon our earthly soil 
The earth and heavens both combined 
Afford it ceaseless toil. 

Who dares to e'er try to compass 
The poles for its boundary. 
When its immensity doth quite surpass, 
The vastness of both sky and sea. 

Literature stretchedfrom zone to zone 
And all earth's history 
Of deed of nations in days bygone, 
Cannot serve this mystery. 

Why those who reign with tyranny 
With wealth and might combined 
Can neither by bribe nor anarchy. 
Enslave their humblest subjects' mind. 

THE AWAKENING. 

Aura's sweet breeze on sweet midsummer nights 
Rises in Africa's torrid clime amid the sprites 
Of every race who since creation 
Enslaved a nation. 

And doth enquire of every sprite. 
The authority of his past right 

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To expedite the transportation and freemen to lands beyond 

the sea 
To be introduced to chattel slavery. 

Lest he seesfit to ravish the native lauds, 
And disperse the chieftains V)ands 
To remote quarters and thus enthrone 
A kingdom of his own. 

Lashing with whips across bare hips, 
The inuoceut blood of those whose eyelids drip 
Salt tears each passing day of the year. 
Thru trembling, pain and fear. 

The Aura rises from mother earth divine. 

And rides the clouds, with lightening for her lines, 

And the four winds her steed 

Bearing the message to the hearts that bleed. 

Children of tribulation diverse arise, 
To mountain heights and question the skies 
. .About man's dominion and man's place, 
Among his brethren of the human race. 

Man may inherit much of the earth's domain, 
Liberty and riches yet his hopes are vain 
And the heavens fair he can't appease 
If humanity he drives on bended knees. 

ION. 

Wandering for years amid the pines. 
Where the thick underbrush enthrones 

A lad of seven 
Begged of she whom he saw stand before 
The threshold of his dear mother's door 
To be forgiven. 

For wandering to that lonely place 
AVhere hers the only human face 

Had shown for years 
Because she chose to be alone 
In the wilderness where lost Ion, 

Spent seven years. 

Wandering thru the forest wild. 
With daring eyes, triumphant smile, 

And brow aglow 
With radiant light of unshorn truth 
And sweet simplicity of youth 

Mounted on a roe. 

That bounded swiftly o'er the plain 
Crossed and recrossed mount and lane 
Valley and swamp, 

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Crushed underhoof the fenny snake, 
Forded the brooklet and the lake 

By the miners camp. 
Onward thru the forest sped 
The roe until his ankle bled 

To woods unknown 
Remember reader til this day 
Is sung the sweet New England lay 

Of lost Ion. 

To fairyland hath mother fled 
Tommie the little orphan said 

I'll never Dear 
To have Ion's mother foster me 
And with equal affection fondle she 

Her rightful heir. 
Nearly all my fondest hopes have flown, 
From me hath little sister gone 

My parents too 
Come let me be thy mother child 
O how I love to see thee smile 

My Tommie drew. 

Tears trickled softly o'er Tommie's cheek 
He tried in vain but could not speak 

The maiden said 
Thine efforts Tom are not in vain, 
Sayest thou a thousand times in pain 

Thy mother's dead. 

With sturdy look and mutual sigh 
One gazed within the others eye 

With discontent 
The maiden dropped a little shy 
Lest Tom discover in her eye 

Much merriment 
Stay let me roam the forest wild 
I'll bring thee back thy sister child 

Ere many moons. 

With bowie knife of trusty steel 
Courageous limb and heart of zeal 

Lest she be slain 
Fair damsel let a lantern burn 
On yonder shelf until I return 

With great alarms, 
Your darling sister dear Ion 
Who wandered into woods alone 

Without fire arms. 

Tom softly lifted up his eyes 

Which seemed to light the azure skies 

Then yelled Ion 
A lifetime have I hid from thee 
Now I'll leap into eternity 

For thee alone. 

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So the damsel to Terry kiu 

With beaming smile and dimpled chin 

Strolled slowly by 
Saying may heaven bless thee evermore 
Who drove me from my mother's door 

Also I die. 

The orphan sighed for lost Ion 

Who to the mirthful shades were gone 

But without surprise recent 
Doth keenly note in Brooklyn's growth 
By allegiance to his race, by oath 

Is sworn to rise. 

Jones stands as Brooklyn's beaming light 

By him B. F. Washington, 

Williams, Costly, Terry and Sandford on his right 

Gi-ee, Frizzell, Cork, Dorsey, West and Gaston, 

HoUiday, Baker, Hughes and Edmondson 

Shoulder to shoulder join their array, 

Evans and two other Washingtons 

Follow their leaders gay. 

Dehow, Porter, Haste and Pdice, 
Flippins, Dr. Arthur and Pap Gates, 
Rule in the cause of right. 

Thru counsel of this little band 
Who do the people's will 
Shall the new school for ages stand 
In honor to them still. 

They soon the streets of Lovejoy pave 
By will of the people, counsel and Jones, 
Whoever leads in panics grave 
To victory Brooklyn's illustrious son. 

So let us expect a library 

And when the time is come 

A Y. M. C. A., Market and laundry, 

And an bank of our own. 

If by the simple force of will. 
Of vision of new church steeple, 
A leader wise, can quickly instill 
This thought among his people. 

That those who wish and work as well 
And occassianally dream 
Can fourteen hundred dollars bring 
Ono day upon the screen. 

What could some few earnest men, 

Mrs. Arthur, Bolden, Hunter, Tally, Jackson and Speed, 

Toward Brooklyn's progress if all agree. 

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A copy of original letter I wrote Walter Speed, a lad then 
residing at 5615 Harper Street, Chicago, 111. I then resid- 
ed in Detroit, Mich. An epistle, and answer to a question 
relative to my heart's affection to some fair dame. 



Did you ever lose a friend and you not why 

Did you ever unexpecetd meet a sad calamity, 

Did you find yourself after the parting of the way 

With a friend who was a friend in your bluest saddest day? 

If ever you have had such experience my friend, 

To me this try sting moment you your experience lend. 



AN EPISTLE. 

From the highlands of Buena Vista 

To the gem of Britain's Isle 

From the silver camp of aspen 

To the fertile vale of Nile 

From the rich fields of Oklohoma 

To avenues of gay Paree 

From the blue fields of Kentucky 

To the lanes of Tennessee. 

From the reaches of Roaring Fort Valley, 

To the gardens of Hegerman Pass 

From the heights of Mt. Sophris 

Where the snowdrifts lie enmass 

From the gateway of Western fortune 

To Michigan's wreath of pines 

From the canyon boulders of the Rockies 

To the rugged Appenines. 



From the gay city of Chicago 

To the historic Mackinaw, 

From the swift town of Grand Rapids 

To busy bustling Saginaw 

From the soft valleys of Brabant 

To the jewel of Germany 

From beautiful Salt Lake City 

To the plains of Hungary. 



From the groves of East St. Louis, 

From Evansvill, Indiana 

To beautiful Glenwood Springs. 

From the quiet town of Windsor 

To this progressive growing town, 

May each a girl of affection 

Some of whom you may know, be found. 

Girls who have made me happy, friend 

Yea, in happy days of yore, 

T answer sir your question then 
The game of hearts I'll play no more. 

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A PLAY JAZZVILLE . (With Violin.) 

Enter Julien of Louis (Julian plays) 
The foliage of the birch tree, 
The laced lawn entwines 
The flowers of the gardtn 
Are kissed by a love of mine 
The snow ball and the lilac 
The red and white rose too, 
And e'en the proud geranium 
Bows to the girl in blue. 

That girl whose gallant charger's hoof 
The laced lawn entwines 
Who if she hears the lyrist play 
"Will be a girl of mine. 

Love if you hear this lyrist play 

You'll be a girl of mine 

And love divine will soon combine, 

The etc, 



To blow a tune which oft was blown 
From quiet quarters the pipers come 
To where Diana's arrows oft have fiown 
And caused to bleed both deer and swan. 
With them is brought sweet chimes of old. 

Good friends list to their rhymes 

For half their hymns great lays unfold 

And teach of former times. 

First are their lays of happy days 

When Russia sang with glee 

Last are their sad infestive lays 

Of Russia's doful lea. 



But good friends aught 

Aught the pipers dare to blow 

Of fortress or of man of war. 

The humblest of mortals may know 

As well as pirate, priest or Czar. 

Our sovereign lord and earthly king 

Quite in his teens, a daring brat 

Ventured into a mystic ring 

And ode was sung for that. 

This daring Czar, then Vick the bold 
Aroused his friends who many were 
Sighting all sportsmen to the goal 
Where oft was felt good Diana's spur 
Thus while his heart beat wild and fa»t 
And half his joy was sport 
A charming belle and queenly lasse 
Tripped idly in his court. 

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The Czar thus pleased with his young grace 

To whom he lent his heart 

To addmore romance to his palace 

Vouched for a human heart. 

To fair Diana oft he prayed 

Alas she heard his cries 

And from the park where Diana stayed 

Leaped Essie before his eyes. 

As all the fates had lent him aid 

As Essie oft he eyed 

He and his pheere to heaven prayed 

And praised her matchless pride. 

At times his royal queen was out 

But on a boating trip 

Till her return without a doubt 

He fed from Essie's lips. 

This spooning thus becoming him 

His servants more became 

And through his jests and jolly whims 

His serf became his dame. 

Hence this happy, young, lustful youth 

So relished o'er his game 

That from the fates to him forsooth 

Was lent the babe of fame 

That babe the likeness of the child 

Which Diana called his dream, 

AVas led by Fates to tame the wild 

And charm the world as queen. 

Friend by this time a clever youth born to a sphere of Tyre 
Lent favor to the dainty sooth 
Which l)ld like living tire 
In time the trusty lasse was baned 
When taught our sovereign art 
Then two young chaps alone were deigned 
To soothe our rulers heart. 

Thus on and on day after day 
These youths so lent him 
That custom taught our lord the way 
To bless their day of birth. 

THE GOLDEN BEAM 

They whom the walls of fame immortalize 

The immortal Lincoln, Sumner, Lovejoy and good John 

Bi'own, 
And other martyrs to liberty's great antipathies. 
Like Howard, Wilberforce, not now known to renown 
And others still like Harriet Beecher Stowe 
Lowell, and others not known to fame 
Others whose sacred blood on plain did flow. 
Who rallied in the cause of freedom's name. 

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The illustrions Shermau and the sagacions Grant, 
With beaming spirits view their paramour 
Whose jingoistic policies doth taunt 
Those resistless shades yet wet with freedom's gore 
Foster the cause of our own liberties. 

Great spirits like that of brave L'Overture, 
Which still doth move within the hearts of men 
And other spirits sacred to freedom's cause so pure 
Like Dunbar, Booker T. Wasington and Dessalines. 

From summits in the sky the nations call 
To I'udge within the balance the Negroes' fate 
Who like the spirit of Lord Percival, 
Towers above the Jingoes polished hate. 

To prove he's pax'amour these sworn doctrines 
Will be vouchsafed in these uncouth lines 
As I by faithful oath to truth have sworn 
That.Lovejoy is the town where I was born. 

Stretched on a nearly level plain 
Lies the village of Love joy 
On the south in narrow lane 
Life, National City doth enjoy. 

There Cahokia creek doth roll 
From bluffs so high 
There the nightingale's carol 
Doth rent the sky. 

There Black Bridge by birds enhanced 

With might and main 

Serves the Tri-cities as transit 

To Brooklyn's plain. 

There the world's richest village lies 
Mastered by men wise and witty, 
And no village 'neath the skies, 
Can beat the boast of National City. 

Three packing houses, stockyards and barns of mules 

Requiring six thousand employees 

Has but one church, one bank twenty-four houses, one echool 

Shepard and Evans are the chosen. 

In their various business lines 

C. T. Jones, Cramer, Lorimer and a dozen. 

In its common destiny combines. 

There often the laughter of Joe Clute, 
And that of Shepard, Evans and Hunter too 
Resemble the chimes of Mygdomian flue 
As they unite with the boys in silent blue. 

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Among those few illustrious sons 

Are two Negroes, both Brooklynites, 

The sons of Madam EllenM. Washington, 

Chosen to watch the massive fortunes of the whites. 

They were chosen by men both sagacious 
Rulers of fortunes great 
"Within those minds no prejudice lies 
With hearts too big for hate. 

l>om Black Bridge (National City) doth street car run 
Into the stately Brooklyn's fair confines. 
Where character, honor and height of soul 
With solemn charge of duty doth combine. 

Here the song of Oriole, 
Resoundeth in the glen 
And religious rejoicing of the soul 
Stirs in the hearts of men. 

For as often as storm has come, 
And O, however so nigh 
Thru the guidance of the Holy One, 
Has Brooklyn ever been passed by. 

Prof. C. B. Jones is Brooklyn's Mayor 
Former Oberlin student, a gifted seer, 
Politician, educator and born orator, 
His genius knows no living peer. 

Uur rich Mayor, will be a millionaire 
Ere another decade passes fi-om his ken 
If that he is not now, to this genius rare 
Will pave our street, give us a library — when 

The hour is come, will build Y. M. C. A. , 

Encourage the institution of golf links, 

Basket ball fetes, swimming pools, chautauquas gay, 

Much real estate within our own town he owns 

Wealthy whites pay rent in Urbana at mansion of C.B. Jones 

This same man taught another who has seen 

Same office of the former man save one 

Was thrice Mayor of village twice has been 

Tax collector, too, I think his name is B. F. Washington 

Former teacher here and once the honored guest 
Of other Mayors at the Jamestown Fair 
There he addressed an assembly for our race interests 
And gained the name of silver tongued orator. 

Principal William Terry of Love joy School, 
A beacon light among the village sons, 
A politician, who knows the Golden Rule 
Of politics adds lustre to the former ones. 

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Estelle M. Washington, Sanford, president of the choir 

Of the F. C. B. C, is also the church's clerk, 

And the chiefest of her heart's desire 

Is to assist the pastor and church in their work. 

Rev. James Gaines, F. C. B. C, pastor, deacon Sanford 

trustee 
Entered in counsel with other trustees, George Washington 

and Douglas West 
To establish a new church for now and posterity. 

Pastor Gains fertile of brain 

Visionary, eloquent speaker and determined leader. 

Of causes right. A man which fame 

Has made of action resolute, a constant reader. 

Tis thru such people as these we honor 

That Brooklyn now scaling mountain heights. 

With true boquets of honest donor. 

Which but reflect their wives lives as beacon lights. 

T.ovejoy, a town of scarcely tHree thousand people 
With three churches, here deserves to be praised 
While viewing in their minds new churches and a new 

church steeple 
One Sunday alone, fourteen hundred-fifty-two dollars raised. 

Snnford's club alone raised six-hundred forty dollars 

Wbnt then might you wish a villnge new 

With lamp posts to illumine all during nocturnal hours, 

Tnstend of swinging lamps. What might ye educators do. 

You students, scholars, laborers nnd you business men 

As well as village citizens who strive 

To banish prejudice among foe and friend 

And cause mankind to ever "Look and livo." 

'l^p immortal saying of Burton B'-acy, who 

Wi^h six other deacons from Antioch wit^luircw, 

Fre T was born, and founded with Caleb Washington and 

Clem Reed 
Calvin Ross, Norris Williams, Will Payne and Joseph Hart 
Will Page and others, their wives lilrowj ^e i)i connsel agreed 
To establish a new church First C. B. B. C , with honest 
hearts. 

And though those men who were once pillars of Antioch 
Who aided William West, Senior in its founding ere they 

withdrew, 
With righteous spirits thru streets of Brooklyn walk. 
And these sister churches take on life a new. 

The Methodist church also a beacon light 

Reflects the life of Orchards, Speed Cafpers and Vander- 

burgs, 
Gaston, Haynes and others who have taken to heaven flight, 
And lights that still strive to Christianize our burg, 

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Like those of Rev. Smith tlie pastor of tJniirih A. M E. 

An educator, leader, orator and beacon light 
A humorist, poetic genius, champion of liberty 
A mighty worker in the cause of right, 
With followers like these the Dorseys and HoUidays, 
The Debows, Frizzels, Speeds, Schulz and Corks, 
The Springs, the Woods, the lady school teachers, the 
Hemingways. 

Another product of Lovejoy is William D. West, 

Who has the bearing of a nobleman 

He is civil service clerk, Grand Master of K. P., Supt. of 

C. B. S. S., 
And always does his duty as best he can. 

Mrs. Anna Dorsey the chorist of the A. M. E., 
Belongs also to that teachers line. 
She fosters the cause of right, justice and liberty 
And is president of Federation of Women's Social Clubs in 
Brooklyn. 

L. G. Costly, the man of the hour is a politician, 
A barber, the Chief of Police and the people's friend 
A student, humorist and a business man, 
Who does every aid to administration lend. 

We next will view Mrs. Hobson's beautiful home 
Then we will speak of former citizens of Lovejoy gone, 
The proprietor of the Poro College, Mrs. Malono, 
Started her business in our little town. 

Mr. Rhetta, botanist of Sumner High 

Once lived in bliss beneath Lovejoy's skies. 

The Williams of Alton, the Stewards of Edwardsville, 

The Magees of Indianapolis and Myrtle Thomason, 

The Singletons of Detroit and Colliusville, 

The Browns of Pittsburgh, and Mitchell of Akron, 

All business people of our town. 

In other cities have won renown. 

William Bracy and his wife Less, and Samuel Lindsay 
Mrs. Mattie Butler and family too, Mr. William (iruy. 
The Jamisons, Lloyds, McDonalds and DelMays, 
The Martin Lucases and Benjamin Lucases and Holliday. 
Known to fortune and fame as well. 

The Washington Brothers in bwsiuess in Detroit, Michigan, 
Martin, Howard, Cole, Smoots, Thomas and Alphonso Hunt, 
Now business young men, mail clerks in Chicago lived in 
Lovejoy once. 

Beside the talented youth who yet remain, 
To en^oy themselves with Brooklyi:. s doburantes 
The school kids dare not lurk ney;- lo\ers* bovvers. 
Lest they be taken to school by Mrs. Fannie Gowers. 

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Miss Nancy Valley whom you view enshrined with flowers, 

Is a light in church, its most critical liours. 

J. J. Dowling sons, (white), real estate men of Brooklyn, 

Illinois, 
.St. Louis, Missouri and Kirkwood niiliioiuiires 
Can trace their nest egg to a little Brooklyn store 
Ever increasing which existed ere luo wife of Post Dispatch 

photographer 
Witnessed her sister as Queen of Aeilcd Prophet's Ball in 

Coliseum. 

Imagine the J. J. Dowling, Jr., the 1 ite miUloniare 
A few years younger fleeing from li!s home 
Aci'oss the seas almost in despair 
V'T a single kiss of the Blarney stone. 

Imagine little John at St. Louis, T'nio;! Station, 
r?oarding a N. Y. Central for New N orii City, 
Imagine him in the midst of every imtion 
In that great metropolis, struck with pity. 

While wandering on West Street in New York, 
Al)out to board a steamer of the White Star Line. 
Thinking of his father, J J. Dowling busy at work. 
With the customers which little John left behind. 

Imagine him again thinking of his parents dear, 
And his many smiling customers and friends, 
His brother Tom, his family, I can see the tear, 
Which he dropped for us all in his cabin then. 

I see the steamer down the Hudson glide, 
By stately towers and Statue of Liberty, 
Enlightening the universe, the Catskill Mountains hide 
In distant woods as the steamer puts out to sea. 

Along Staten Island past-famed Sandy Hook, 
The steamer greets the mists of New Foundland, 
And travelers who try to read a book 
^re terror struck by the fog horn command. 

The shadows of night come crowding on the earth 
I see with parting lips and prayerful heart 
Slowly climbing to his nari-ow berth 
I'ntil his eyes due past the view of earthen art. 

The days pass on 'til alas the early dawn 

With beautiful sushine greets him with a smile, 

The steamer is thru the giant causeway drawn 

To the mainland of the Ireland past the Western Isle. 

We view him next jaunting down St. Patrick Street, 
In a jaunting car on Emerald Isle, 
Looking here and there at the business men he meets, 
After he had viewed the great Cathedral awhile. 

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Lovers seek fair lovers bowers, 

Amid the bloom of choicest flowers, 

Basketball players pour the wine, 

To the baseball players with whom they cline. 

The time canoeers o'er lakeside glide, 

Launch canoes and o'er lake bosom slide 

Lovers assemble on the lawn 
Of some favorite child of dawn. 
Medicine ball passers award the boquet* 
To the winning pair in the game of croquet. 

Mothers busy with church affairs. 
Put tots to bed with earnest prayers, 
Sisters robed in garments white. 
Hasten to greet their brothers knight. 

The time Dionysius Club members meet 

And think of enjoying some famous fete, 

The time nymphs of Diana enjoy a ball. 

Given by Jimmie Tickle Breeches or- Johnnie Ov'-alls. 

The time musicians to evening practice go 
Wiuvcher it be choii, orchestra or no, 
\<iiing 3 oik assemble on the lawn, 
To play ihe evening, gjime of pawn. 

Families sit out ou ihih- porches long 
To view ,i eas" the ;i;i.-«ing throng. 
Happily trimmed in evening dress 
Which would befit a school teacher's guest. 

The time merrygirl and happy boy, 

Make playgrounds shriek with outbursts of joy. 

The time business men at banquets boast 

Of politicians whom they toast. 

Tis now we're boozing at the Inn 
On Rock and Rye and Holland Gin, 
Kirkwasher punch, brandy and Italian wine ; 
Favre Pousse, cafe and dry Champagne. 

No thought is given of our home, 

As we speak of the birth of ancient Rome. 

We talk of Rhea Sylvanus life of dread. 

Ere she was to a convent led 

By a brother, a hostile tyrant bold 

In the happy days of old. 

Because he feared her heirs would reign, 
Alive was she in mausoluem lain 
And her two heirs, two infants born 
Objects of hatred and scorn. 
Alive were in the River Tibre thrown 
But fate reached out to claim her own. 

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And Tibre raisingwith the tide 

The twin babes on her bank did slide 

Thus a female Lupin passing by 

Hears her mate howl and the infants cry 

Defies her mate who bade her come 

And seeks the comfort of the sun. 



The Lupin on her haunches sits, 
And around her tail she twists. 
Her eyes and nose point to the moon 
To which she howls a mournful tune. 



The fateful Lupin's mournful howl 

Is intercepted only by the Panther's growl. 

While other beasts are drawing nigh 

To view their fate within the sky, 

They see reflected in the stars, 

The light of the mighty son of Mars, 

And amid growls and leaps, howls and thrills. 

Fearful flee the seven historic hills, 

Which to this day is known as Rome. 

Wise Cicero, sagacious Plato and brave Caesars home. 

The good she-wolf on her belly crawls 
And views two infants wrapped in shawls. 
Fondles the suckling babes with almost human pride. 
Because her new born babes have died. 

The Lupin her mission with pride fulfills, 

And rears the twins near the seven hills. 

Who master the vulture and the beats, 

And proudly with foster mother feast. 

Til she retreats unseen from the earthly stage 

Decrepid in spirit and bent in age. 

Now Romulus and Rhemus warned by stars 

Build a wall to please their father Mars. 

Rhemus jests Romulus about the city walls 

Romulus strikes and Rhemus falls, 

And to symbolize the mighty warriors home 

To the city he affixes the name of Rome. 

We speak of Cisalpine Gaul trembling with fear 
Neath C. Marius triumphant flame sword and spear 
We speak of the Illian chieftian's untimely fall. 
When Fabius Allobrogicus conquered Transalpine Gaul. 
We speak of Ceasars tribute to Romulus' father Mars 
By his conquest of Gaul during the Gallic wars. 

Twixt drinks we pause, a damsel pours our wine 
Our glasses assay this toast to Proserpine. 
Let me behold thy laughing eyes. 
Thy dimpled cheeks and chin,' 
And in my thirsty soul will rise 
The best drink I e'er took in 

I plucked thee once a jassamine 

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Lost to the world of care 
Thy finger tips like eglantine 
Mid sunshine and fresh air, 
Banished the waning jassmine 
And baned my feet despair. 
So oft in solitude I pine 
For thee my modern Proserpine. 

The soft breeze moves the stately groves, 
John Barleycorn whispers to those he loves 
And as we pause twixt drinks of wine, 
Unc Jno. Dun toasts to Proserpine. 

Either strolling neath Daphnes hazel shade 

Or couched near Bacchus vine 

Either wandering in Diana's forest glade 

Or immersed in a pool of wine. 

Her presence is infinitely felt 

To whom the muses sing 

Whose voice since time beginning dwelt, 

In river, brook and spring. 

In every note the skylark sings 
We hear her soothing chimes, 
In stately palaces of the kings, 
Is heard her memorizing rhymes. 

Mid satellite and twinkling star. 

Her beaming light we see. 

Mid battle whoop and cries of war, 

Is heard her minstrelsy. 

Remember, ever remember youth 

That while we drink this wine 

Good Bacchus earnestly serves in truth 

The fair nymph Proserpine. 

The gods come flitting through the breeze 
Simply the grace of Proserpine to please. 
Pomona pours the graces win* 
That Libre extracts from Dionysius' vine. 
To Endymions carian cave serene 
Descends the goddess fair Selene 
Before Apollo fair Daphne flees 
And hides herself mid laurel trees. 

The Meriads, pleiades, satrys and fauns. 

Before th e altar of Niobe throng 

Physche and cupid pans delight 

Bade Eurydice muse of Orpheus incite. 

Methinks without the least mistake 

We dreamed these dreams by breeze lake. 

An honest man was Unc Jno Dun 
Who always felt Pros-pi-medium 
Says Unc Jno Dun in days bygone 
I lived a mon revellous life my son. 

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I attended church in good religious faith 
And tried to do what the good book saitli, 
When within my life entered a dame 
Profound in music, known to fame, 
Cultured, educated, loving and refined 
A wonder to the modern mind. 

The Barney Castle in the groves of Blarney, 

Alas the Brooklyn pilgrim surveys, 

Which King William III destroyed in the Battle of the 

Boyne, 
In the warlike bygone days. 

Step by step he mounts the dungeon tower, 
Christened by the ivy stains 
Haunted by the most verdant flower 
That yet enshrines Barney Castle remains. 

There he greets a robust guide 
Who tells him of stone set in the walls below. 
In which cues to the world's fortune abide 
And from which kiss good fortune flow. 

With guides and friends holding little John's feet, 
As he hangs from window above, 
He kisses the Blarney stone, attracts those he meet 
Either business, society, politics or love. 

From the groves of Blarney to Bantry Bay, 

From a coach o'er the mounts, "the beautiful lakes of 

Killarney" 
He visits the Lord Mayor of Dublin and brings his people 

the news. 

To prove the magic of the Blarney stone 

Has given John insight, magic and genius rare, 

With already rich possessions of his own, 

J. J. Dowling, Jr., of St. Louis, Mo., and Brooklyn married 

twice, 
Girls that were millionaires 
His father with his financial possessions, 
And his mother together helped build up our town. 

James Rollins, one of the wealthiest men in our town. 
Does about one-fourth of Brooklyn own. 
First Corinthian Baptist Church of Lovejoy. Illinois, 
Will soon build a church for six-thousand dollais, 
Antioch Baptist Church members and friends enjoy 
Fifteen-hundred dollar benches thru her wittiesc scholars. 

The Methodist Church now undergoing repairs. 
Has a new basement attached and raised floor. 
Men and women wishing for bright futures are 
At least occasionally found within some church door. 
During the service if they live in Lovejoy 
And wish the bliss of life to enjoy. 

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Son Glover, the entertainer at Camp Grant, 

Does again the streets of Brooklyn haunt. 

With his wiercl jokes of times bygone 

Spent in company with Clarence Burroughs and Amos 

Martin, 
William Allen, Carlos Cole, James Gower, Sip Hawkins 

and Clyde Gaston, 
John Epps, Smoots, Julian Arthur and Tobe Crittenden. 

Our doctors are Dr. Earl Williams of Chicago U., 

And Dr. W. R. Arthur of Howard University, 

Our business men not mentioned heretofore are E. L. Gates 

Anthony Speed, Harry Shoemaker and Aunt Kate .'Mrs. 

Grider ) 
Mrs. Fannie Jackson, Rev. Hunter, and Jackson too, 
Mr. Gambol, Rev. Bolden, Fletcher and Mr. Tobe Tally also. 

The business young men of our town 

Tobias Crittenden, Julian Arhur and Brown, 

Allen Charleston, Glover Rhodes and Bernard HutIs, 

Orlin Gurdon, Alfred Moore, Jim Gower and Emory Morris, 

Amos Martin, William Reynolds, Theodore HoUiday, 

John Epps, Moten, Fox, Henry Baker and Clias. Tredaway. 

Holliday, Arthur, Baker, Cork, Cole, Boatner, Friz/el and 

Sanford 
Constitute Lovejoy's Schools village board, 
Judge Jackson, storekeeper, is Police Magistrate 
The Police Officers of Brooklyn number four 
Are as records show up to this date. 
Chief L. G. Costly, John Hoard, Rev. Peco and Marshall 

Moore. 

Wood may be ever found on sale, 

Moten has the leading pressing shop in town 

Fox the tailor's business has lately grown. 

On one bright September morn 

Was child of heaven newly born 

Whose corpse now lay in mute sublimity 

To these houses which bear close proximity 

To the houses of the childi-en of Calhoiin McCoy 

Who whisper musingly while playing lest they aanoy 

The spirit of that happy one. 

Whom gentle spirit had lately moved upon 

And borne beyond the ken of human destiny. 

Into the sweet refreshing breath of eternity 
The damsel of whom I speak with tears 
Who spake me lately with voice of cherubim 
While I toil here in future years, 
May enjoy sweet companionship of seraphims. 

Hazel Jackson was the name which she bore, 
And a deathless smile this dame serenly wore. 
Unmindful of those lines last night newly wr.'iten 

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Come Hattie, let's go to the wake of Hazel said 

Little Nephew Caleb who with celestial joy was smitten, 

Cried aloud, O Hattie, I wish that I were dead. 

Across the hallway in another room was hidden 

I, the author of this iintimely lay 

Who divined the heavens had not forbidden 

Me in still night view the splendor of the day. 

As with me her celestial spirit sat 

Young friend of Blanche and all and sister Hat, 

While the moon with sweet content of night 

Rolled in and out the clouds of white to its own. 



'ihen the moon with ^ilre!•v beaiL'< 
And the sweetly smiling stars 
With a brighter spirit gleams 
Thru lighter clouds of silver bars. 
Til the morn. 

For an instant the azure sun rides 
Beneath bespangled clouds of dew 
Then shows in radiance — then it hides 
Denies the world its purple hue. 

Our pianists are Gaston, Gilliam, Allen, Hampton and West, 
Miss Camille Washington, Miss McCleney and Miss Fannie 

Speed, our best. 
You ladies who have never lived in fair France 
Nor viewed the Parisan Poriet, nor worn the gowns 
Designed by him, cannot miss the chance 
Of patronizing Moten, leading cleaning and pressing shop 

in town. 



You men who the best repairs on clothes appreciate 
Who wish your old clothes to look like new 
Patronize Moten, one of the finest tailors in the State 
Who is willing to live, to clean and to dye for you. 

Ere I wrote the muse of Proserpine 

In counsel with a friend I sat 

But when Itouched the money line, 

I found friend in mother and sister Hat. 

My mother is Mrs. Ellen M. Washington, 

Miss Hattie E. Washington is my sister's name. 

Like tlie saintly Helois and the chaste Enore, 

They both to my assistance came. 

When the hours were filled in the midnight gloom, 

And I stood staring at my father's tomb. 

UNC JOHN DUN 

Just about the time of night 
Widows eat their little mite, 

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Misers don the overalls 
Of farmer lads for evening balls, 
Good folks attend the evening shows 
The idle rich cease playing golf 
Harvester no longer binds, stacks or mows, 
Toilers seek their favorite bathing pools, 
Students attend their evening schools. 
Bachelors take their evening strolls, 
Youths enoy their evening games of pool, 
Tennis players end their tournament. 
Within their private cantonements. 
Dope fiends smoke their favorite hops. 
Home folks gossip in barbershops. 

The time most yachting parties most enjoy 

The agencies which Poseidon employs, 

Damsels take their evening drives. 

Past the places where their lovers live. 

The time the young folks assemble at Jazzland, 

To dance to the din of the new jazz band. 

In dress a peerless A per se 

In beauty just the girl for me. 

But lo, one day a traveler came 

And took from me that peerless dame. 

Because he would a model make 

01 she who caused my heart to ache. 

Before she embraced the studio 

Of modern Michael Angelo. 

After that I married Kate 

Of whom casually I mistreat of late. 

By drinking bitter Italian wine 

And quaffing my toast to Proserpine. 

Before I became addicted to drink 

I owned ten villages square I think 

The fastest horses in our town 

"Were but the horses of my own. 

On holidays I might be found 

On Fred Vanderburgs old picnic ground. 

As merry as a lark, 

But now I sit browsing at Eagle's Park, 

As if I lived a life of strife 

Or as if I live a hermit's life. 

These men who look on with shame 

As if to curse my very name, 

Before my abundance of wealth was gone 

I may have given stock and home. 

Son, when of those happy days I think, 

I quaff my wine and begin to drink. 

Love, not drink ; grief, not fate 

Caused line Jno Dun to charge his state. 

He swells his goblet quaffs his wine 

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And fails to toast to Proserpine. 
We speak of the makers of ancient history 
Of the heroes of Illiad and Oddessy, 
The travels of Eneas bold, 
Of Appollo's arrow dipped in gold. 
And when we to our senses come 
"We purchase brandy, kimble and rum 
We witness not, the baseball game 
For the bleachers are filled with fans of fame. 
And we are not in a mood to stand 
When strains like strains from San Susan's band 
Vibrate untimely thru the breeze. 
Which pompously blows the surrounding trees, 
Or sounds like Blue's band martial strains 
Sumptuously reach in the wooded lanes. 

Where bulldog and monkey fight 

Until monkey sets his club aright. 

The bulldog and monkey both are seen 

To roll upon the bowling green 

Until monkey hath alas his will. 

And bulldog is last seen bounding o'er Wright's Hill, 

With monkey, who like jockey rides 

And spurs the bulldog on his sides. 

The wheel of fortune, the hoopala, 

Add amusement to the Chautauqua, 

Boxing, wrestling, racing in canoes, 

Swimming, dancing and fording sleughs, 

Arching, vaulting and bull fighting, 

To all concerned seemed quite exciting, 

Potato racing, O'Grady and tag-o-war, 

The fame of Brooklyn spreads afar. 

To close the pleasures of the night, 

Two little banty roosters fight. 

The winning rooster with spurs of gold, 

Is to the highest bidder sold. 

And as the wily crowd doth dance 

We homeward take our little jaunt. 

We remember doctrines now of old 

As toward John's faithful nag we stroll. 

Strange sights in the waning night 
May glare around the tombstone white. 
As we near the cemetery, old thoughts lull 
Where lingers yet the whip-poor will, 
Where owlets hoot and crickets screetch. 
May quite excite the heart of ach. 
Lone traveler in the midnight gloom. 
When shadows form and sprites assume. 

When papers flitting through the air 
Present to our imaginations a ghostly stare, 
When oft we find a whitewashed post 
To be the author of our ghost. 

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Tis uow Uuc Jno Dun thinks of home 
Of the sage advice of Kate his crone 
Who quarrels with him morn and noon 
Because he spends his life in the saloon 
Serving his master John Barleycorn, 
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn. 

Strange as it seems, 'tis true to life 
For men to defy the wise counsel of true wife, 
And for a moments joy must suffer an hour's pain 
And for a day of pleasure lose a decade's gain. 



Approaching showers and lightening gale 

Inform us we'll have a muddy trail 

From Eagle's Park to Dun's abode 

Where I take leave my country road. 

Whistling winds and thunder loud 

Inform us Asmodeus is loosed will all his crowd. 

Twixt Eagle Park and old Wright's Hill 

Stands the haimted old oil mill. 

Where the old mill should have been 

Van's old picnic ground is seen. 

Fiddling Gilbert and blowing Dun 

And Charlie Daniel's old string band, 

With big bass fiddle and big bass horn 

Clarinet, cornet and accordian. 

Trombone, trap drum, small violin. 

Guitar, banjo and mandolin. 

Make music on the bowling green. 



Unc John says I'm a student, son, 
No common sprites can bother Dun. 
As Dun speaks the nag leaps on 
But around us still the spirits throng. 

The string band plays, the spirits prance 
And Puck recalls the sprites that cease to dance. 
Monsters and dragons from realms of sleep 
Hecate dispatches to the briny deep. 
Olympus appears on mountain high. 
Which canopies the very day. 
And with the beaming eye of time. 
We both toward Mount Olympus climb. 

But as we appoach the mount so steep 
We're met my Morpheus the god of sleep. 
Mysteries stranger than mysteries of Robinhood, 
In the light of the Greek mythological ci'eation stood. 



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In addition to the Club list of the National Association 
of Colored Women, will be added in a few instances the Y. 
W. C. A., Recreation Centers and Women's Federation of 
Social Clubs of America. 

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ALABAMA 

Eixfala Women's Club 

Greensboro Women Mutual Benefit Club 

Montgomery Sojourner Truth Club 

Mt. Meigs Woman's Club 

Tuskegee Woman's Club 

Tuskegee-Notasulga Woman's Club 

Birmingham Sojourner Truth Club 

Ladies' Auxiliary Montgomery Ten tames One 

New Phyllis Wheatley Club under of organization, under 

the caption of Miss Laura Withers of Montgomery, Ala. 
ARKANSAS 
Little Rock Branch of National Association of Woman's 

Club 
Young Ladies' Club under the presidency of Miss Flossie 

Mae Macon, Gurdon, Arkansas 
Young Girls' Club, under the presidency of Miss Bernice 

Allen, Whelon Springs, Arkansas 
CALIFORNIA 
Los Angeles Women's Club 
Mexico, California Young Ladies' Club, under the captain of 

Mrs. Lucy Dorman, former wife of ex-Chief of Police of 

Brooklyn, (Lovejoy,) Illinois 

NORTH CAROLINA 
Biddle University Club 
Women's Federation of Social Clubs 

SOUTH CAROLINA 
Charleston Woman's League 
Charleston W. C. T. U. 

COLORADO 
The Woman's League, Denver 
The Young Ladies' Club 

CONNETICUT 
Rose of New England League, Norwich 

DELEWARE 

Ladies' Club, Wilmington, Deleware , 

FLORIDA 

Jacksonville Woman's Christian Industrial and Protective 
Union 

The Phyllis Wheatley Chautauqua Circle, Jacksonville 

The Afro-American Women's Leagiie, Jacksonville 
GEORGIA 

Atlanta Woman's Club 

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Macon 

Columbus Douglas Reading Circle 

Augusta Woman's Protective Club 

Women's Club of Athens 

INDIANA 

The Booker T. Washington Club, Logansport 

The Young Ladies' Musical Club of Indianapolis under the 
caption Misses Kathlyn Bradshaw and Mary Penik of 
Manuel High. 

The Young Women's Club, institutes by Miss Myrtle Thom- 
son, formerly of Lovejoy, 111., now residing in Indianapolis 

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ILLINOIS 
Chicago, Ida B. Wells Club 
Phyllis Wheatley Clubs — Chicago 
Woman's Civic League, Chicago 
Woman's Conference, Chicago 
Wayman Circle, Chicago 

Progressive Circle of King's Daughters, Chicago 
Hyde Park Women's Club, Chicago 
Northside Woman's Club, Chicago 
Chicago Federation of Social Clubs, under the presidency 

of Miss Maud Nevelle of Chicago 
Peoria Woman's Club 

Alton Federation of Social Clubs, Miss Wilma Moore 
Lovejoy Federation of Social Clubs, Miss Anna Smoot 

Dorsey 
Lovejoy Women's Club, Mrs. Bstella M. Sanford, Mrs. Ma- 
ry Hill, president and secretary ; Mrs. Hattie E. Wash- 
ington, treasurer 
Lovejoy Ladies' Club, under the caption of Mrs. Mary Ter- 
ry, Mrs. Mary Baker and Miss Laura Smith 
A Young Ladies' Club of Lovejoy also under the caption of 
Misses Camille Washington, pianist ; Mamie Darling, 
pianist ; the Chanuing sisters. Miss Fannie Speed, pianist 
and others 
Lovejoy Sewing Circle and Club, under caption of Mrs. El- 
len M. Washington, president, Elizabeth Allison, treasur- 
er. 

KANSAS 
Servia Leone Club 
Woman's Club, Paola 

KENTUCKY 
Louisville Women's Improvement Club 
Echstein Daisy Club, Cane Springs 
LOUISIANA 
Phyllis Wheatley Wheatley . .imbfg fgw fg fgfgofgaa 

Phyllis Wheatley Club, New Orleans 

MASSACHUSETTS 
Woman's Era Club, Boston 
Lend A Hand Club, Boston 
C. M. Thomas League, Boston 
Calvary Circle, Boston 

Woman's Loyal Union, New Bedford. 

Women's Protective League, Salem 

Golden Rule Club, Cambridge 

B. T. Tanner Club, Chelsed. 

St. Pierre Fuffiu Club, New Bedford. 

MINNESOTA 
Ada Sweet Pioneer Club, Minneapolis. 
Twin City Woman's Era Club, Minneapolis and St. Paul. 
Woman's Loyal Union and John Brown Industrial ClUb. 

MISSOURI 
Madame Hale heads activities of Missouri Colored Women. 
Jefferson City Woman's Club. 
F. E. W. Harper League, St. Louis. 

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F E. W. Harper League, St. Joseph. 
St. Louis Suffrag Club. 
St. Louis Marrid Ladies' Thimble Club. 
Phyllis Wheatley Club— St. Louis. 
St. Louis Woman's Club. 
. W. C. A. Recreation Center. 
Kansas City Club. 
Self Improvement Club, St. Louis 
MICHIGAN 
The Detroit Willing Workers 
Detroit Phyllis Wheatley Club 
The Booker T. Washington Club, Lima 
Gi-and Rapids Married Ladies' 19th Century Club. 
The Sojourner Triith Improvement Club, Battle Creek 
The Women's Federation Club, Ann Arbor. 

NEW YORK 
New York and Brooklyn Woman's Loyal Union. 
Buffalo Woman's Club. 
Harlem Women's Sympathetic Club. 
Rochester Women's Club. 
N. Y. and Brooklyn W. A. A. U. 
Miss Esther E. Fulks, of N. Y. City, secretary of Y. W. 

C. A. Recreation Center of East St. Louis, 111., during 

the Pageant and Mahque of the Colored people of East 
St. Louis to be held on or about October 7. 1919, is doing 
much for the advancement of humanity itself in her recent 
work in Southern Illinois and Missouri. 

NEBRASKA 
Omaha Women's Club 
AVomen's Improvement Club. 

PENNSYLVANIA 
Pittsburg and Allegheney T E W. H. League 
Women's Loyal Union, Pittsburg 
Washington Young W^oman's 20h Century Club. 

OHIO 
Toledo Woman's Club A. E. Columbus. 
Y. W. C. A. Recreation Center, Akron, Secretary Lois Hardy 

wife of Arnett Hardy, a young Brooklynite, who is music 

instructor of orchestra in Akron, Ohio. 

Portland, Oregon Federation of Social Clubs, Agnes I. Has- 

sell. President. 
The Dunbar Reading Club 
The Akron Social Institution, is assisted by Mrs. William 

Mitchell, wife of Wm. Mitchell, formerly of Lovejoy. 

Young Ladies' Club, Chestina Owens, president. 

RHODE ISLAND 
Newport Woman's League 
Providence Working Women's League 
Lucy Thurman AV. C. T. U., St. Paul 
The Dunbar Reading Circle, Cleveland 

TENNESSEE 
Knoxville Women's Mutual Improvement Club 
Memphis Coterie Migratory Assembly 

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Memphis Hook's School Association 
Phyllis Wheatley, Nashville 
Jackson Woman's Club 
Jackson W. C. T. U. 

TEXAS 

Ft. Worth Phyllis Whatley Club. 

VIRGINIA 

Women's League of Roanoke 
Richmond Women's League 
Cappahoosic Gloucester A & L School 
Urbana Club 
Lynchburg Women's League 

DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA 

Washington D. C. Ladies Auxiliary Committee 

Washington D. C, Lucy Thurman W. C. T. U. 

Woman's Protective Union 

Mrs. Jessie Evans Jones, wife of B. F. Jones of Lovejoy a 
government employee of Washington is affiliated with the 
beneficial work done thru these unions and Mrs. Leaua 
Frederick Moore, wife of a Mr. John Moore, formerly of 
this city is also an interested worker in the affairs of these 
social, protective and beneficient unions. 

Others interested in the Organizations from this locality who 
are helping to establish Y. W. C. A. centers in Washing- 
ton as well as aiding in the formation of the Federation 
of Social Clubs are the Goodloes, former residents of our 
town, whose son brother Nathan was an honored hero in 
this recent war. The Adams friends of Debows in Love- 
joy former Brooklynites and others. 
WEST VIRGINIA. 

Wheeling Woman's Fortnightly Club, which does a great 
work through he influence of the Executive head and the 
brilliant Davis sisters as well as the influence of its bril- 
liant members. 



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ILLUSTRATIONS. 



Q. Black Bridge entering Brooklyn limits and approaching 
City from East St. Louis, Illinois. 

2. Mansion of Prof. C. B. Jones, in Urbana, Ohio former O- 
berlin student, present Mayor and Supervisor of Brooklyn 
111., Stites Township, St. Clair County, ex-deputy assessor and 
former principal of Lovejoy School, and real estate man of 
Brooklyn 111., and Urbana Ohio. 

(Reading from left to right) Mrs. C. B. Jones, Prof. C. B. 
Jones, Mr. Wm. Jones and Miss Jones. Prof. B. F. Wash- 
ington, Ex-Mayor of Brooklyn, ex-assessor, ex-Tax Collector, 
ex- Village Clerk, former assistant principal of Lovejoy school 
present pruicipal of School in Marion, 111., real estate agent 
for Mr. James Rollins, one of the richest Colored men in 
Southern lUuiois, and possessor of real estate in Marion 111. 

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I'.lack r>ridgo. Hrooklyu, Illinois 




Author's Home 



4. Home of Mrs, Ellen M. Washington, mother of B. F. Wash- 
ington and family and birth of Wm. C. Washington, author. 

5. Prof. Wm. Terry, principal of Lovejoy School. Former 
village clerk and very progressive business man of this town 

6. Grand Lodge Knights of Pythias, Loveioy 111. 

7. Home of Edward M. Green, Village Clerk and Notary Pub- 
lic, and his family. . . Proprietor of Business Men's Exchange 
Brooklyn, Illinois 

8. Home of Mr. and Mrs. Hobson, Lovejoy 111., and employe 
of Armour Packing Co. ,National City. 

Lighting the world with eternal bliss 

Bringing joy to struggling men and sorrowing women 

Lessening their burden with her Iviss 

Opening the eyes of mortals ever dimming 

Idas listened as Appollo spoke 

And wistfully he gazed on mountain peak 

Wishing in woman pity to invoke 

As he looked humbly as if he dared to speak 

'Til again he chanc'd to view this beauty rare 

Who amid gods and mortas was fairest of the fair. 

Alas said he was she his early woe 
For was she courted by infinity. 
The lyrist of fair heaven his fair foe 
Wished him an humble mock of destiny 
Knowing his music dying her bright light 
Which doth the fleeting hours of day illumine 
When beauty parted in the silent night 
In moonbeams will be reflected on his tomb 
With parted lips she heard his high command. 
Breathed timidly in the sweet atmosphere 
Like damsel dreaming alas a human hand 
Took in her own, the new Apollo Belvedere 
Saying mortal life were quite devoid of bliss 
'Mid those sorrows that human sorrows miss 

When she finished speaking did Idas shriek 

With untold joy, embraced her silently 

And fair Apollo failing then to speak 

Angrily joined sweet heaven's minstrelsy 

Then in vain moved slowly, Marpessa's upward gaze 

Surprised Apollo, with minstrelsy unseen 

And from afar some of music plays 

As away they wander into the evening green 

There came a youth upon the earth, 
Some thousand years ago 
Whose slender hands were nothing worth 
Whether to plow qr reap or sow. 

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Upon an emptytortoise shell 
He stretched some cords an d drew 
Music that made men's bosom swell 
Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. 

Then King Admetus, one who had 
Pure taste by right divine, 
Decreed his singing not too bad 
To hear between the cups of wine : 

And so, well pleased with being soothed 
Into a sweet half sleep, 
Three times his kingly beard he smoothed, 
And made him viceroy o'er his sheep. 

His words were simple words enough 
And yet he used them so 
That what in other mouths was rough 
In his seemed musical and low. 

Men called him but a shiftless youth. 

In whom no good they saw ; 

And yet unwittingly in truth. 

They made his careles words their law. 

They knew not how he learned at all. 
For idly hour by hour. 
He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, 
Oi mused upon a common flower. 

It seemed the lovliness of things, 

Did teach him all their use 

For in mere weds and stones and springs 

He found a healing power profuse. 

Men granted that his speech were wise. 

But when a glance they caught 

Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, 

They laughed, and called him good-for -naught. 

Yet after he was dead and gone 
And e'en his memory dim 
Earth seemed more sweet to live upon 
More full of love, because of him. 

And day by day more holy grew 
Each spot where he had trod 
Till after-poets only knew 
Their first born brother as a god. 

As maiden sings she meets this destiny 
In camp of foe near the Aegean sea 
I'pon a mountain with joy innermost 
She finds herself with Alien host 
Who feigning calls the dame a spy 

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And tells her lest she amuse the host, she die 
There (NOW) oriu No Man's Land with Allied Friends 
Thus to amuse she this endless tale she begins 
(Hostages demand of her ceaseless lore, 
Lest she see her home and friends no more. ) 
To please the host this endless tale begins 
Which has beginning bu without end. 
Olympus fair the palace of the gods, 
Trembles with fear whenever says and nods. 
With His shadowy brows and the ambrosial locks, 
Fanned on the Immortal Head the kingdom of Vulcan rocks, 
And the firmament is martialed by mighty Mars, 
Lest the gods themselves flee the Kingdom of the Stars, 
For Jove, the god of lightning and thunderbolt 
Rumbles his feet amid the lightning volts 
Sits on Olympus Golden Throne as King of the Gods 
And rules the universe with meaning Nods 
The thunderbolt is held in Jove's right hand 
To enforce the will of his Most High Command, 
Phoebus Appollo, Jove's most honored son. 
The great Olympian Divinity of the Sun 
Watched by the star gilt hours patiently 
Envii'oned by Luna's moonlight tapestry. 
Lies on a couch studded by diamonds rare 
Dreaming of Nymphs adored by maidens fair 
t'ntil the gray dawn does banish his content 
With her trumphet calling the children of the Firmament. 
Advising Apollo that Luna fair has fled, 
Apollo within the twinkling of an eye 
Ariseth to charter his sun car in the sky 
As he becomes master of the firmament 
Quietly thinks he of those past events 
The fair Nymph Procris did CephaUis love 
Throughout the Spring but good Cephalus bent 
On other things failed to wed Procris til June 
Fell on tlie happy pair with sweet content. 
Who danced together in heights of merriment. 
Til suddenly his heart was torn away. 
From that fair creature of the Orient, 
And at the very beginning of the day, 
Cephalus the huntsman sought in vain to slay. 
The hart in the remote regions of the Sun, 
Were Diana's Nymph served her Priestess Nun. 
The Nymphs of Diana tall and debonair 
Wear combs of diamonds to beautify their hair 
And gird their loins with belts like living fire, 
And when they smile Myriads light. 
Rivals the majesty of Helicon, 
Their pearly teeth like guards of Aphrodite, 
Doth quite enshrine their gifted siren tongue, 
But out fair damsel of the golden sun 
Sunkissed, Gifted, adored but unadorned 
Virtuous innocent by the muses blest. 
The sweetest damsel that was ever born, 
Is of sterner metal than contains the mould. 
Of diamond, opal, malchite pearl or gold. 
With ebony locks waving in the breeze, 

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And panting heart excited by the chease, 

Procris cunningly hides near a liive of bees 

To steal a glimpse of her lover in the race 

^nth swift heart that bounded on amain, 

Unquered by her almost certain spear 

And the swift arrows thru the vineyard flew, 

All amiss. . . .but lo she bears the voice, 

Of some strange voice, and thus untimely drew. 

His bow let fly in the direction of the noise. 

Of rustling leaves where momentarily enjoys 

A glance of Cephalus, whom he loved true, 

Though morally wounded by the speeded dart, 

AVhich drew the life blood from her swooning heart 

On went Cephalus after the fleeting heart. 

With lean Laconiou hounds quick of pace. 

But mid the hyacinthus his loving heart, 

The fair Nymph Procris, Heavenward turned her face. 

And Petals from the Tyrian flowers falls, 

Upon her bleeding heart thru which blood drips. 

Like soft rain drops which of outer walls, 

Of upper decks of great gigantic ships 

After a shower has graced the foamy lips. 

Of ocean, alas fair Procris dies, 

Lelaps swift hounds alone, view her as she sips 

AVith Ceres and he trembles as he lies 

Mute till the dawn when woodmen do espy. 

He lying mute covered with dewy tears 

Then bending gently o'er graceful form. 

They bear her to a sea upon a bir, 

To be tended by the Invidious maidens of the ashen sphere, 

Then Phoebus Apollo laying on ocean foam. 

His Parnassian robe, charters his flery car. 

Whose spokes casts beams from heaven's Celistial Domes, 

On moiintains near in canyon spread afar. 

His flery car does the snow capped clouds inflame. 

The atmosphere environs his horses'mane. 

The verdant Morrass reflecs the ApoUos smile. 

His chariot wheels casts sunbeams o'er the plain. 

And Oriole sings to him all the while, 

His muse is used to banish mortals' pain 



He guilds the cloud the rainbow, flower and leaf. 

And with bright ray banes the saddest homes of grief. 

To Luna Apollo lends a pleasant smile 

Who invites the stars to banquet with her o' nights, 

Amid the meteors and the Satellites, 

To lights which do Olympians fair alone, 

ILLUME 
Without The Sun God's aid were lost in midnight gloom. 
At noon Apollo at the very summit of heaven's dome 
Looks down on arth then wih a certain poise, 
Dashes down he mountain steep to Neptune's home, 
Where Thetis with her Sirens fair rejoice, 

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To view Apollo wib his soothing smile, 
With which he greets them from the western Isle. 
Son of Jupiter and Juno, the warrior Mars, 
An Insatiable warrior of the heroic age, 
Impelled by rage and lust of violence in wars. 
Untimely leaps up to Olympus with rage. 
Against Minerva and Juno whom he defies. 
Who do in turn the hated Mars despise. 
Offsprings of a fury and the fleet north winds, 
Ofttimes draw his chariot in most bloody wars. 
His four sons, terror trembling and fear combine, 
Againsh common enemy fights for father Mars. 
The dreadful scourge of mortal, lover of strife, 
A true admirer of youthful departing life 
Juno, he fair, wife of mighty Jove 
Was ever jealous of her husband's love. 
Venus the goddess, attended by the hours. 
Forever lingers near some lovers' bowers. 
From our low earth no Gods have taken wings 
Even now upon our hills the twain ai'e wandering, 
Th Medicikiues sly and servile grace. 
And the Immortal beauty of the race 
One is the spirit of all short lived 
And outward earthly loveliness 
The tremulous rosy morn is her mouths smile. 



The sky her laughing azure eyes above 

And waiting for caresses, 

Lie bare the soft hill slopes the wile 

Her thrilling voice is heard 

In song of wind and wave and every flitting bird, 

Not plainly never quite herself she shows. 

Not swift glance of her illumined smile. 

Along the landscape goes. 

Just a soft hint of singing to beguile, 

A man from all his toils. 

Some banished Glean of beckoning arm to spoil 

A morning's task with longing wild and vain. 

Then if across the parching plain. 

To seek her she with passion burns. 

His heart to fever, and to hear 

The West winds mocking laughter when he turns, 

Shivering in midst of Ocean's sullen tears. 

It is the Medickine well I know. 

The arts her ancient subtility will know. 

The stubble field she turns to ruddy gold. 

The empty distance she will fold — with 

In purple Guaze the warm glow she has kissed, 

Along the chilling mist, 

Cheating and cheated love that grows to hate. 

And ever deeper soon or late. 

Thou too, O fairer Spirit, walkest here upon the lifted hills 

Wherever that still thought within the breast. 

The inuerr beauty of the world hath moved. 

In starlight that the doom of evening fills 

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One endless water surrounding to the West, 
For them at thrub that beauties I have loved 
The soul of all things beauties I have loved 
The soul of all things beautiful the best 
For lying broad awake, long ere the dawn 
Staring against the dark the blank of space, 
Opens immeasurably and thy face. 
Wavers and glimmers there and is withdrawn, 
And many days when all one's work is vain 
And life grows stretching on a waste gray plain, 
With over the short mirage of morning gone. 
No cool breath anywhere, no shadow nigh. 
Where a weary man might lay him down, 
Lo thou art there before me suddenly, 
With shade as if a Summer cloud did pass 
And spray of fountains whispering to the grass, 

save me from the haste and moist and heat. 
That spoils life's music sweet, 

And even from that lesser Aphrodite there 

Even now she stands. 

Close as I turn and O my soul how fair I 

Minerva Goddess of wisdom stood. 

On Mount Olympus and spilled the Typhoon's blood, 

At the sweet beginning of Spring, 

The Nymphs of Proserpine, to sing. 

Within a forest as I strayed, 

Far down a sombre Autumn glade, 

1 found the God of Love. 

His bow and his arrows east aside 
His lovely arms extended wide, 
A depth of leaves above. 
Beneath o'er arching bows he made, 
A place for sleep in russet shade. 
His lips more red than any rose. 
Were like a flower that overflows, 
With honey pure and sweet. 

And clustering around that holy month. 

The golden bees in eager drouth. 

Plied busy wings and feet, 

All these their mirth and pleasure made 

Within the plain Elysian, 

The fairest meadow that may be 

With all green fragrant trees for shade, 

And every scented wind to fan 

And sweetest flowers to strew the lea. 

The soft winds are their servant's feet 

To fetch them every fruit at will 

And water from the river chill. 

And every bird that singeth sweet. 

Throstle and merle and nightengale. 

Brings blossoms from the dewy vale, 

Lily and rose and Asphodel 

With these do each guest twine his crown. 

And wreathe his cup and lay him down, 

Beside some friend he loveth well." 

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From her blissful seat in heaven Esmele, 

Speaks of being courted by Diety. 

What were the garden bowers off thebes to me? 

The Greek out mocked me because I shunned in scorn, 

Them and their praises of my brow and hair, 

The light girls pointed after me who turned 

Soul sick from their unending forgeries. 

There came a chance a glory fell to me, 

New life sprung from the presence of a voice. 

That scarce could curb itself to the cool Greek 

Xow and on swept forth in those deep nights, 

Thrilling my flesh with awe mysterious words, 

I knew not what hints of unearthly things. 

That 1 had felt on solemn Summer noons, 

When sleeing earth dreamed Music and the Heart 

Went crooning a new song it could not learn. 

But wandered over it was one who gropes. 

For a forgotten chord upon the Lyre. 

Yea Jupiter ! "but why this mortal guise, 

Wooing as if he were a milk-faced boy? 

Did I lack lovei-s? Was my beauty dulled. 

The golden hiar turned dross, the lithe limbs shrunk, 

The deathless longing tamed, that I should soothe, 

My soul in love like any shepard girl? 

One night he sware to grant whatever I asked 

And strait, I cried to know thee as thou art, 

To hold me on thy heart as Juno does. 

Come in thy thunder — kill me with one fierce embrace, 

Divine embrace — Thine oath now earth at last. 

The heavens shot one sheet of lurid flames. 

The world crashed from a body scathed and torn, 

The soul leapt thru and found his breast and died, 

Died, so the Theban maidens think, and laugh. 

Saying that had her wish that Semele, 

But sitting here upon Olympus heights, 

I look down thru that oval ring of stars. 

And see the far off earths a twinkling speck. 

Dust note whirled up from the Sun's chariot wheels, 

And pity their small hearts that hold a man 

As if he were a god ; or know the god, 

Or dare to know him only as a man. 

Human love art thou forever blind? 

Europa Princess of Asia Daughter of Agenor, 
King of Phonecia was blessed with a sweet dream 
Sent by Cypris who sat gazing in the stars, 
By whose din lights two continents were seen 
At strife for her sake, Asia and the farther shore, 
Both in the shape of women with fierce eyes 
Of these two one was native of the Moor 
The other seemed to bear a stranger guise, 
One softly spoke of how she once did nurse. 
The happy maidens in happy days by gone, 
The voice of ages bearing Jove did burst, 

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The happy news that her dominion 

O'er the fairest of the fair in his will lis 

She learns Europa was destined to be lier prize, 

But Eunropa from her couch in terror leaped 

With beating heart, for the clear vision she beheld the dream 

And thru the crevice of her cave peeped 

Toward the region of Jupiter with conscience clean, 

And prayed the gods their promise to fulfill, 

Therewith she arose and sought the youtlrful dames, 

Of her own age and told them heaven's will 

A.s they arranged some new Olympic games, 

The youthful damsels thru flowery meadows ran. 

Gathering flowers and singing to Universal Pan. 

The sweet breathed narcissus was plucked by some. 

Others the myacynthus and the rose of heath, 

Some the violet, the creeping tliyme and geranium 

And laurels from the Daphne's favorite trees, 

Were emously gathered mid the fagrant plant. 

Of cinnamon and flowers of sweet perfume. 

That frequently doth the fragrant meadow haunt. 

Which noble sires, themselves the gardens cultivate. 

For their favorite daughters of presumptuous fate. 

Some gather the fragrant tresses of the yellow crocus rare 

Some gather fragrant lilies on the leas, 

Where bathe each morn with maidens the princess fair, 

And the budded Tyrian wliich the Princess chose. 

Shone more resplendent than the crimson rose, 

When tJie Son of Cronus beheld Europa fair. 

The shafts of Cypris did his heart subdue. 

Who like the foam born Goddess of Golden hair. 

Bewitched mighty Jove, who toward Europa drew, 

Bullshaped the favored Princess eager to beguile. 

And to avoid Juno's perceiving eye. 

With concealed godhead and undeceiving smile 

Unto the shadow came the maiden unterrified. 

Said let us journey to the Western Isle, 

On this fair bull whom Europa fair caressed. 

Then he lowed gently and every maiden swore. 

The Mygdonian flute on the isle of the blest. 

Uttered a Dulcett sound from the strange shore. 

Where Zephrus winds continue to chase the boar. 

He bowed himself quite gently before her feet, 

And bending his neck on Europa be gazed. 

And showed her his broad back with velvet seat, 

Were meant for her alone her maidens amazed. 

Were wont to stand aloof but Europa cried, 

Come with us dear playmates, maidens of like age. 

Let us mount the bull here and take a pleasant ride. 

Across the ocean to a lion's cage. 

Whom destiny oft yokes with a fleet boar. 

That did the dieties of Olympus fair enrage. 

As thru the firmament they race o'er and o'er. 

Driven by lesser divinities of arthly shore. 

The princess garbed in lier richest attire, 

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Beckoned her maidens but up leaped the bull, 

And sped to the deep — for the Princess of his desire, 

In richest garb did he posses in full. 

The princess to her maidens called in A-ain, 

And stretching out her hands to playmates dear, 

As the swift bull which bounded on again, 

With parting glance could scarce forbear a tear. 

For those for whom she parted on the plain. 

The strand he gained and forward like dolphin sped, 

Faring with unwetted hoofs over the wide sea waves. 

The sea grew smooth as on the swift bull fled. 

And ai'ound Joves' feet, gambled sea monsters of dread. 

The Dolphin rejoiced and rising from the deeps. 

Tumbled on the swell of the sea the Neriads arose. 

Out of salt waters on the backs of beasts, 

In orderly array as thunder shaker of the world bestowed 

On the whole sea a calm made smooth the wave, 

As he appeared above the foamy sea 

Trumpeter of the deep the Triteus brave, 

Blowed from their long couchs a bridal melody. 

Meanwhile Europa riding on back of Bull Divine, 

With one hand clasps the beast's great horn. 

And with the other the purple folds of her gown entwines, 

Around her lest the sea foam newly born 

Which does the infinite fate spray of light enshrine. 

While her deep robe is swelled out by the wind. 

But wlien far off from her own country she saw. 

Neither seat be at the adland nor a hilltop steep 

Nor could she to her sweet attention draw, 

A single creature from the limitless deep. 

Whither bearest thou me bull god? and what art thou? 

How farest thou — Godlike are the deeds of thine. 

The surging waves of the sea do onward flow 

And bare to and fro fleet ships that do traverse the brine, 

What god art thou these marvels to bestow 

Upon the sea a calm at sea where shalt thou find. 

Food and what drink strange god is sweet to thee, 

She spake and horned bull ^aid, maiden mine, 

Speakest thou to the King of the Divine, 

The fair bull's form I took on love for thee. 

For I can put on the semblance of what thing I will, 

In the bull's shape so great a space of salt sea. 

My foster mother's home will I in love grant thee. 

According to tradition from this fair princess of fame, 

The Continent of Europe gladly acquired, 

Phoebus sitting one day in laurel trees shade. 

Was reminded of Daphne of whom it was made, 

lor the god being one day to warm in his wooing 

She took to the tree to escape his pursuing. 

Be the cause what it might from its offerers he shrunk, 

And Geruerva like to shut herself up in a trunk. 

And though twas a step into which he had driven her 

Her memory he nursed as a kind of tonic, 

Something bitter to chew when he played the Byronic, 

And I can't count the obstinate Nymphs that he had brought 

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over 
By a strange kind of smile he put on when lie thought of her» 
My ease is like Didos he sometimes remarked, 
"When I first met my love she was fairly embarked, 
lu laurels as she thought, but ah . how fate 
She has found in it by this time a very bad box, 
I>et hunters take from me this saw when they need it — 
You are not always sure of your game when you have treed 

it, 
Just conceive of a change taking place with one's mistress. 
What romance would be left? who can flatter or kiss trees? 
And for mercy sake how could one keep up a dialogue. 
With a dull wooden thing that will live and will die like a 

log, 
Not to say that the thoughts would forever intrude. 
You have the less chcance to win. her the more she is wooed 
Ah ! it went to my heart and my memory still grieves 
To see those loved graces all taking their leaves, 
Those charms beyond speech so enchanting, but now, 
As they left me forever each making its bough 
If her tongue had a tangue sometimes more than was right, 
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite, 

Phoebus Apollo — do the heavens move 

With Pahos as he plays upon his lyre. 

To fair Marpessa who declines his love. 

With mortal sweetness, with mortal desire, 

Idas, the giant of the universe 

In the winged chariot of Poseidon, 

Carried off Marpess to satisfy his thirst, 

For her love and for her possession, 

I'ather Evenus vainly tried Idas to slay, 

Who with Marpessa fled the Evening ^tar, 

Alas, Apollo found them in happy Messene, 

And Jupiter viewing the combat from afar, 

Saw swift Apollo wrest the maid away, 

Seperated them and bade the three to stay. 

The King of Heaven said she must decide, 

Enwrapt with glory in three together stood. 

In balmy atmosphere on the one side. 

Apollo kissed by the Zephrus in the silent wood. 

And on the other Idas with manly form. 

And fair Marpessa smiling stood between. 

The two after as sweet rose after a thunderstorm. 

Accompanied by rainfall by mother earth so green. 

So from the falling from sweet Felicity, 

Doth her mortal beauty glow. 

As she poses in felicious ecstacy. 

Wounded by Cupid's silver arrow, 

Says Apollo, "Come ! come with me where convention is 

ecstacy 
Where thrilling dares admit the bumble bee. 
He tells her ceseless joy above the universe 
Should she undying never sorrow 
Never know another curse 
Dispelling ever shadowy visions of tomorrow. 

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